I was spending my night off by a camp fire in front of my Cabin In The Woods. Down the hill was a cabin housing teenage girls and they were hanging out on the pouch doing whatever. Then along came a group of teenage boys and that got my attention. There were words exchanged as one would expect between the groups when one of the boys decided an appropriate response to the girls would be to moon them. Now I’m thinking, great, it’s my night off and I now have to go and bust them. The boys hadn’t noticed me up on the hill so were surprised when I came up from behind them and requested they follow me to the office. I noticed one thing about being the camp nurse, the campers weren’t certain as to what kind of authority I might actually have (neither was I), so they always listened. One of my friends was manning the office that night when I arrived with my wards. The children decided to give him crap, especially the Full Moonee, when they walked over to a file cabinet and pulled out the boy’s paperwork. When the delinquents asked why they were doing this, his answer was, so I can call your parents and let them know what you’ll been up to tonight. There was an instant silence accompanied by an attitude change. Ah, fear of parents, a powerful tool.