batten down the hatches

At ski-camp, they had a disco. My son danced. In the same room with GIRLS. Also, he has re-discovered his cel phone. We got it when he was 9 or 10, because he was taking the train to Munich by himself to visit his godfather, and we wanted him to be able to reach us if anything went wrong, which he never was because he never took it with him, ever, and there would have been no point in taking it because he didn’t keep it charged. But apparently everybody had cel phones at ski-camp, and now he keeps his with him at all times and is constantly SMS-ing three friends, Tommy, Mikey, and Theresa.