After David returned from his trek to the nearby town where all of our kids' activities are (still asking myself why we don't move there?) to take 2 kiddos to their school's last football game, one of those 2 kids (who shall remain nameless) tells us he has to "type something". It's 9:00 by now. His bed time is 9:30. Well "type something" actually means a 3 page paper. . . due TOMORROW. Did I mention that "Nameless" doesn't type. He pecks. "Nameless" didn't bother to do this assignment, which he has known about for 3 days, while he sat around for 90 minutes after school waiting to go to above mentioned football game. Let's just say, after a good lecture, a coveted privelege removed, and a few tears, he went to bed. "Nameless" did not "type something" and will be starting from a possible 90 points rather than 100 when he turns his assignment in on Monday.
10 minutes later, son #2 walks downstairs and proceeds to tell me for the
Maybe that's not funny. But to this tired mom on a Thursday night, it was hysterical!