Who’s the Bigger Idiot?

Back when I’d found my son a bed in his first of five rehabs that wasn’t court ordered, I’d managed to talk one of the staff into sending me the “secret” list of all rehabs in L.A. Los Angeles rehabs are way overcrowded, so she’d been told not to give out this list. “What you want to do is go down the list and call each one every day until a bed opens up,” she’d said. So I did and I’d found my son a bed.

But what does my son do now that I tell him he needs to find his own rehab from now on? He calls the number on the back of his state insurance card and tells me, “It’s super easy. You just call that number and they tell you which rehab has a bed.” Not only that, he ends up making friends with the guy. They talk often for over an hour at a time. My son calls it “informal therapy”.

So, which of us is the bigger idiot? I’m feeling like it might be this me this time.