That's my Boy

I don't know if I've mentioned it a time or two, but Spud is not an athletic sort of kid. He does get outside and get busy, but mainly because I make him. There has been more than one occasion where he has been locked out of the house screaming and crying and told to "go have fun." Yes, I do see the irony in that situation.

Left to his own devices, he would spend the day in a semi-comatose state watching TV and playing educational computer games. However, I have no desire to have him living in my basement when 30 and doing just that, so, activities of all kinds are foisted on him.

Some more successfully than others.

A few weeks ago we were practicing printing skills. Which in his world ranks right up there with water torture. He started in quickly telling me that this was "no fun.".

He got no joy. He still had to print.

So, being nothing if not persistent, he tried another tactic.

"Mommy, I am not a do-er boy. I am a relaxer-boy. I just like to relax. I need to rest. I'll just go listen to my CD's as I do not like doing.

Still no joy. Well, at least not for him, I still get the giggles every time I think about it.

But, he is nothing if not persistent.

While walking to school he tried again. Someone really needs to tell the boy how futile this is on a teacher.

This time I reminded him that the Bible says if a man wants to eat he must work.

This is where I learned that he actually does pay attention in church. "but mommy, the man said we are to relax and be still. So let's just go home and I can be still with God in my room."

If the relaxer-boy thing doesn't work as a career choice, he really should try lawyer-boy.