Monday, August 03, 2009

Got a job at the crumb factory, it's my number one job

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.

6 comments:

kmwthay said...

I suppose that could be called kindergartenitis. You're gonna be in trouble when it's senioritis.

Anonymous said...

when i told the little brat you said you wanted to work at a lemonade stand so you wouldnt have to go to work everyday he said

"he can work with me"

Anonymous said...

so if things dont work out with the fishies you could always work with your son at the lemonade stand. he says "he will have to tell you what to do though" cause he will be the boss duh!

2 Dollar Productions said...

Ouch. Year-round school was something they used to threaten where I went, but it never happened. I don't blame him & wish his lemonade stand philosophy held up in the working world. Ha.

Amber said...

you should post a picture of your new haircut, I want to see what you finally decided on

Lightning Strikes said...

I'm glad I never had year round school! Poor Mr M