Portrait of the Disreputable Bachelor as a Young Man

[slipjig]

It's a weekend with the kids, which these days means an ongoing battle against torpor and inertia, especially where nearly-16-year-old Nik is concerned. To illustrate, I give you the following exchange from my last kid weekend:

Me: [standing in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal]
Nik: [entering] I'm hungry.
Me: [gestures around the kitchen]

Comments

[theloriest]

*Laughs*

Oh honey, I do not feel sympathy for you. But I share in your amusement. *Grins*

[slipjig]

Hee! We laugh that we may not cry.

[oneagain]

:)

[slipjig]

Back at ya! :)

[rubian77]

My mother has a policy about calling after 9:30pm-ish and before 8am-ish. "Someone had better be dead or in the hospital OR YOU WILL BE." If she were the texting kind, this rule would also apply.

[slipjig]

I've tried that with my kids. Doesn't seem to have stuck. Boooo.

[light_in_motion]

Radical concept, I know, but... turn the phone off when you go to bed?

[slipjig]

Wouldn't help if I'm actually there. They'd start knocking on the bedroom door.

[magnifelyn]

You have been designated as Fantastic Person of the Day, for that bowl-licking move. Really, Adam... a parent after my own heart!

[slipjig]

*bows* Would that I had that kind of panache all the time.

[perldiver]

This had me laughing. Thank you.