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It's surprising how diverse place names, surnames, and given names are in Japan.
Thank you for your understanding.

Well, it's the end of January.
How is everyone doing?
Today, I'm taking a walk with the neighborhood dog.
The photo shows footprints in the snow.
Footprints left in the snow by humans, birds, dogs, cats, wild boars, deer, wild rabbits, and squirrels.
Some people take the same path every day, while others choose a new path each day. Their strides also vary.
Various footprints are added every day and remain without melting.
When new snow falls, they are renewed to a pristine white, and eventually, everyone's footprints become slushy and melt away.

When you walk on snow on a cold day, it makes a creaking and squeaking sound. This happens when it's very cold and the snow is dry. Like potato starch.
In Swedish, the sound made when stepping on snow is apparently expressed as "knarrar."
It's pronounced something like "knar-rar." My pronunciation of "R" is so bad that even if I say it, it probably won't be understood. Lol.
In the northern countries of the world.
Chickens crow "kuckeliku."
Octopuses and squids are called "Bläckfisk," which is a forceful way of lumping them together.
There's no octopus or squid to begin with.
It's very interesting how words are created and names are given, breaking things down into great detail for things of interest and things deeply related to daily life.

Next, we have a consultation from a mother living in Scandinavia, who has a teenage son.
"Recently, my high school sophomore son got his first girlfriend. She's a very kind classmate, and I was happy for them. Lately, he's been spending a lot of time at her house, often until late at night, so I warned him to come home earlier. He then asked, 'Why?' As someone born in昭和 (Showa era) Japan, I was stumped for a moment and couldn't answer. In desperation, I said, 'It's just not right, that's all!' Then he asked, 'Why isn't it right?' He doesn't know what a 'hechima' (loofah) is. According to my son, her family doesn't mind at all, and I'm worrying too much. Is my way of thinking old-fashioned?"
That is the consultation.
Yes, I think it's possible that the mother hasn't updated her understanding of cultural differences and the changing times within herself.
Indeed, you grew up being told not to bother others. You probably feel guilt or even aversion at the thought of bothering someone.
One could say that you've been programmed to proactively avoid actions that might cause trouble, before even thinking "why?"
However, the culture of the country you live in now is one where if someone feels bothered, they openly express their feelings to the other person. If her family wants your son to go home, they will surely tell him so.
Since her personality is very good, there's probably no need to worry about her parents tweeting on social media, like "#mydaughter'sfriendisalwayshangingoutatherhouseuntillateandit'sexhaustingww."
Furthermore, your son, who was small, will now become an adult. It's time for you, as a mother, to mentally prepare to let go of his hand.
Loofahs don't grow naturally in Scandinavia, so it's understandable that a child born there wouldn't know about them.
Please teach him. Loofah sponges are practical and recommended. Loofahs are also delicious to eat.

What do you all think?
In "Castle in the Sky," when Dola told Sheeta to come down from the airship's watchtower, Sheeta asked, "Why?"
Dola looked momentarily dumbfounded.
Why? Because you're a girl.

Perhaps there's no reason at all.
And a parent's excessive worrying is, for a child, just a loofah peel.