He is Kevin the Teenager in that respect (8years old).
Do you want to go to football?
Sigh. Yeeeeesss. Ok then.
So why aren't you getting ready? Where are your boots??
Dunno
He then proceeds to stand still, moving rarely, face like someone just shot his dog, playing 'zombie football'.
Shall we stop football then? You didn't seem to enjoy it much.
Nooooooooo
What's the matter then?
Nothing
I may be missing something here, but when I was a kid, if you went to a club or class that you wanted to do, you would be leaping for joy and at the very least join in with the class. I'd rather not stand in the cold for two hours of my weekend watching a woerful display of rubbish football and littlke attempt to try.
He is like this with most things these days. Its driving us nuts!