Lately he's been on a kick to "complete a big challenge" - sleeping outside overnight at the neighborhood park, underneath the jungle gym slide.
I explained the concept of curfew to him, and he insisted that police wouldn't look at the park for kids out too late. I countered that the park was exactly where the police look for kids who are out too late, and tried to encourage him to instead consider spending the night hidden somewhere within the vast Cook County Forest Preserves near our house, which was more challenge than he was apparently interested in.
When attempting to poke holes in this flight of fantasy, I asked him where he would go to the bathroom if he needed to go during his overnight adventure. "The world is my oyster," he replied. What if you get hungry? "I'll bring some Goldfish crackers. And hotdog buns."
We discussed this undertaking throughout most of dinner, and then we watched the Illinois basketball game against UTRGV. It was a little closer than expected in the first half, so he asked Mrs. Doom if he could sleep at the park if Illinois lost. She agreed, and so he rooted against Illinois all game.
He's still angling for this adventure today.