Boys are odd

[Wallace]

Inspired by BalloonSlayer's non-teethbrushing ds.

My ds1 is 10.

The other day I asked him if there was any dirty washing on his bedroom floor:

DS: Yes, there is.
ME: Ok, can you put it in the washing basket then?
DS:. What?
ME: Your dirty clothes in the washing basket.
DS: Oh, you want me to pick them up?
ME: Yes!
DS: Oh, I thought YOU did that!

ARRGHHH I have only asked him everday for the last how many years to put his washing in the basket!

Oh dear. He's in training to be a husband.

Poor lad was genuinely puzzled.

In a way he is right. I get fed up of nagging waiting for him to do it that I do end up doing it...

Oh yes.

Me: Where are your shoes? (for the 10000000 time as the clock ticks ever closer to school time)

Ds1: (finally) in my room

wanders off to do mysterious, inexplicably urgent task out of easrshot

Me: get in the car

Ds1: oh but I don't have anything on my feet

Me: but I asked about your shoes

Ds1: yes and I told you where they were but you didn't tell me I had to put them on ...

because clearly putting them on to go to school for the last five years hasn't been long enough to establish a pattern of behaviour!