The phone call began with “You need to have a little conversation with your son.”
Apparently, things were a little, um, unruly around the house with Mama gone and galivanting on the West Coast.
So I got on the phone.
“Hey buddy – what’s going on?”
“Mom, Dad took my allowance away for FIVE weeks!”
His brother chimed in from the couch “J – it was SIX weeks.”
We’re so supportive around our house.
“What did you do, pumpkin?”
“I cut the headphone wires with the fingernail clippers and now Dad said I have to pay for them out of my own allowance.”
Creative, this one.
“Was it fun?”
“Was it ‘lose your allowance for six weeks fun’?”
“No. And that’s not all, Mom.” The hysteria began to rise in his voice. “He’s making us do our homework FIRST when we get home from school instead of getting to play for an hour and then doing our work. He doesn’t know how we do things. Tell him, Mom, tell him what to do!”
Dad got back on the phone.
“I need the A team back. Everything was going great until the allowance thing. That’s when he said ‘I WANT MY MOMMY!’
“And what did you say?” I asked.
“I said, ‘I DO, TOO!'”.
Have a nice day.