Lucky us, we got to experience the science fair this year. Yee-haw, whoo-hoo, Hooray! Please, please, please note the sarcasm here. Science fair can kiss my butt. Oh I'm sure that if I had a child who even remotely cared and even slightly showed an inclination to help, I would be singing a different tune. But alas, I do not have said child. From day one of our funtastic science adventure I have had an overwhelming desire to throttle Bradley!
Me: "Hey Bradley, you need to pick a topic for your science project."
Bradley: "Yeah, yeah, when I'm done playing this level."
A week later....
Me: "Hey Bradley, shouldn't you be thinking about your science project?"
Bradley: "I will soon, don't worry."
After many unanswered reminders I resorted to good old-fashioned threats and a topic was finally chosen.
Two weeks before project is due...
Me: "Bradley, you need to start working on your science project."
Bradley: "I will mom, just let me finish this game."
Are you starting to see a pattern yet?
One week till due date...
Me: "Bradley, if you don't get your butt in gear, I'm throwing your games away and putting you up for adoption!"
Bradley: "Fine. Sheesh, why do you have to be so mean all the time!"
Give me credit, I managed to come to my senses and pull my hands back before they completely encircled around my darling sons neck.
Long story short, the project is done, and peace has been restored...at least for today! On a side note, I must say that the look that graced Bradley's face when I sweetly informed him that no assistance would be forthcoming on the next project was absolutely priceless. It was as if I had told him the dog had died. We'll see if I can remain strong. I'm not counting on it.
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totally awesome stay strong
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