I don’t know about you, but I spent many a late night gaming when I was 14. Sure, my parents tried to get me to go to bed, and more often than not I ignored them, but that was to my own consequence. They would wake me up ass early with expectations to clean the house or mow the lawn or any of those other childhood duties. An exhausted march around the yard behind a mower was so awful I started to manage my time and go to bed a little earlier. My parents were happy, I was well adjusted, and no one had to call the cops to get me to put down the controller.

That’s what Angela Mejia thought she had to do with her son. At 2:30 in the morning she caught him playing Grand Theft Auto. She tried turning off the console, but when it didn’t work she decided to turn to the authorities. The Boston Police were dispatched to convince the boy to go to bed.

As Mejia puts things, “I have support from my church, but I’m alone. I want to help my son, but I can’t find a way.” I’ll let you in on a little secret, lady. You’re too late. Way too late. If you have to call the cops to get him to go to bed you’ve been doing things wrong for years.

Source: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/regional/view.bg?articleid=1220221