I Give Up

So yesterday, after his martial arts class, the boy informed my he wanted to participate in an upcoming tournament. I mentioned this to the Wife a bit later and she was in shock. Why?

Because when I picked him up from school so I could get him to his class on time, he started whining about “wishing he could go tomorrow.” This isn’t unusual, per say, because he likes being picked up from school. So he uses the pretense of class to get picked up, then carps about going to class in hopes that he can have the best of all worlds.

So when we got home, he started dragging his feet and continued whining, claiming he wanted “to go to class tomoooorrrrooooow.” In a fit of exasperation, I threw my hands up and told him to go ask his Mother. The Wife came downstairs a few moments later and we rehashed everything and she decided that he could just go tomorrow.

Cue the tears.

Now he was crying because he’d be too tired tomorrow, so he really did want to go now. By this point, it was looking entirely probably that we would be late to his class, and we told him so in a vain attempt to get him to calm down. But that only made him cry more because he was so sure he’d have to to “a million-billion push-ups” when he got there.

To cut to the chase, I ended up taking him to class last night. Culminating in his asking to participate in the tournament.

So this morning comes along and we double check with him about the tournament, since his whims change faster than the weather lately.

His response?

No.

Why?

Because there’s a hockey tournament that day.