Sons In Stereo
My 9-year-old Shane was relentless. Again.
He always is wanting something.
His latest want is a go-cart.
“Can I have it?” he asked, oh, about 15,000 times an hour.
Meantime, my 13-year-old son Spencer also was relentless.
I was getting relentlessness in stereo.
“I need a haircut,” Spencer said, slightly fewer than 15,000 times in an hour.
“You got a haircut three weeks ago,” I said.
“I need a haircut,” he replied each time.
I was tired and had a toothache. I said I would take him tomorrow. He refused to accept tomorrow as an answer.
So he went to his mother and said, “I need a haircut.”
She’s a softie. She took him for a haircut.
When Shane hears what happened, he no longer will say to me, “Can I have it?”
He will go to his mother and say, “Can I have it?”
And chances are, he will have himself a go-cart.