First thing this morning I got a phone call from my ex-wife. She wanted me to talk to Mr M because he wouldn't get ready for school.
Me: What's wrong?
Mr M: I don't want to go to school.
Me: Why not?
Mr M: Because I don't LIKE school.
Me: Well, you still have to go. You only have about another week, and then you're done with Kindergarten*. Do you want me to take you today?
Mr M: I don't know. I don't want to go.
Me: Let me be clear. You're going to school. Now do you want me to take you, or do you want your mom to take you?
Mr M: Mom, I guess.
Then my ex-wife got back on the phone. I told her to tell him that everybody has to do things they don't want to do sometimes, and that there are a lot of days when I don't want to go to work either, but I do anyway.
His response to that?
"Well, when I get older I'm not gonna have to go because I'll be a lemonade worker, and if I don't want to I won't have to go to my lemonade stand."
If that's the case, maybe I'll go be a lemonade worker too.
Mr M's got it all figured out.
*He has year round school. It sucks.