I was in the shower this morning. More specifically, I was frantically scrubbing my hair while counting – I kid you not – as I was told I had exactly two minutes until Lyndon needed to be out the door…I was on “45” when the door opened and all three boys piled in – Lyndon to brush his teeth, and the boys to make certain the door stayed wide open are let out any buffer of warm air the shower had created in the room.
I had instructed Lyndon to convince Austin that he would love his new school. We’ve shifted – again – our daycare/preschool situation, and I spent the better part of the morning talking up the new joint. He was understandably nervous, and really just wanted to stay home. My efforts to convince him he would have fun were futile, and it was time for Daddy to step in.
I was prepared for shady methods – promises of candy or extra TV time – but I’m fairly certain nothing would have prepared me for this:
Austin: “I don’t want to go to school!”
Daddy: “You have to go to school. How else will you meet new friends and ever have a shot at getting laid?”
Needless to say, I didn’t make it out of the shower when my two minutes were up. I was laughing too hard to wash soap out of my hair.
::snort::
That is classic. I love it.
Let’s hope it doesn’t get repeated at the new school, “Daddy said I’m here to make new friends and…”
:p
It would be my luck…but would certainly make a good story. Although I was hoping to wait on the birds and bees talk for a few more years…
LOL and LOLOLOLOL about the above idea of him possibily repeating it!
Talk about preparing your son early! He has it covered!! I love it.
PS: Thank God I have a girl. Who knows what crazy stuff my husband would say to his son?