Deep breath, Bigfoot channel inner Maura. Say yes. Gut feels skeptical. But other, smarter gut says copy what someone else would do.
That’s how wind up reply yes, all levels difficulty:
LEVEL I: child attending film with a non-diabetes chaperone
LEVEL II: at a 3D theater forty minutes away from home
LEVEL III: meanwhile going out for dinner with another couple, four adults sharing one car adding some tangled complication: what if I need to rush to the movie theater to—I don’t know—offer rescue from—I don’t know—with my—I don’t know—magic wand that only I know how to operate?
LEVEL IV: and our double date destination is twenty other-direction minutes away from home making total driving distance to D-child one hour
Of course attempt set up some micromanage-y parameters. We’ll feed you before you go. Don’t eat at the movie, okay? And text us any time you need help. Then force spouse continuously check phone for stealth-arrival texts.
Then force spouse text-inquire chaperone how’s everything going? (Answer = we’re fine!)
4pm – 9pm great time had by all
9:01pm everyone home
9:15pm peek @meter.
Whoa! You were really high at the movie.
BUBS: That was when we got home
BIGFOOT: Did you feel ok?
BIGFOOT: I love how you double checked when it said you were over 400
BUBS: Uh huh and I did the correction after that and now I’m fine. One oh one
BIGFOOT: Do you think you were nervous** about going with Ben to the movie and that made you high?
BUBS: No. I think it was the Sour Patch Kids. They were watermelon. They were so good
JACK: It said one serving was eleven so he counted them out
BUBS: And I bolused, and then I bolused for eleven more pieces, and then I gave the rest to Jack so I wouldn’t eat any extra