Big Kid was whining & bitching about trying on his cotillion clothes. "These shoes are too hard....This shirt is choking me!...Do I HAVE to wear a tie?!?!" And then I told him to quit the bitchin' because I was paying ________ $$$ for him to do this (dammit!). And when he heard the amount, his jaw dropped-and that is not an expression. With bugged out eyes, he gasps, "You could have bought an XBOX 360 for THAT amount!!!" Clearly he & I do not share the same value system at this stage of the game. And I am sure he is going to spill the beans to his other 6th grade buds who have been proscripted into the United Southern Mothers for Manners Army. Guess I'd better call the moms and give them the heads-up so we can quash this rebellion in its infancy.
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Oh-and Mr B wasn't too helpful either. When he saw Big Kid dressed in his dance attire, he asks, "So whose funeral are you going to?"
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FYI-I'm playing a long range game here. And I will be the winner. And I WILL get my $$$'s worth........dammit.
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