I took my son to W@l-mart last night to buy his school supplies. What a fiasco. It compared to being thrown into a hornet's nest.
I gave him the list and let him do his shopping. He groaned. He sighed. But he finally got everything he needed.
He winced a little when I told him that we had to register him for school next Thursday.
Him: I'm not ready to go back to school. I haven't done enough summer stuff yet.Me: Well, you have a couple of weeks before school actually starts. What is it that you wanted to do?
Him: I need to learn how to drive Dad's truck. He said he was going to teach me how to drive a little this summer, but he hasn't done it yet. I want to tell all my friends that Dad showed me how to drive!
Me: I don't know anything about that. Besides, I think you're a little too young for that. Why don't we go get Nephew and go to the park?
Him: That's what Dad said you'd say. I'm not a baby anymore, Mom. *stammer, sigh* We can go to the park if you'll let me drive.
Me: No. No driving. You're 11 years old! No way. I can't teach you to drive until you're at least 15 and I know you've read the driver's ed booklet.
Him: Good thing I won't be 11 forever. I'm asking Dad again tonight to teach me to drive.
Me: Well, wait until he's had his supper. He's more agreeable on a full stomach.
Him: Ok. Let's feed him beans.
Heh.
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