So on the drive home from school this afternoon I ask my 13-yr-old if he's excited about going to his first football game in six years. He looks at me all confused, and asks "When am I going to a football game?" I say tomorrow, Cal-North Carolina, we're leaving at 9 to be there by 10:30 or so. He says 'I'm not going." Oh yes you are, Mom and I bought you a ticket. "Why would I want to go to a football game? Spend at least three hours in the car, four hours sitting in a stadium watching a game I don't care about, all so I can walk around some campus for a half hour? Forget that." Well, how about if I buy you a big foam hand with the index finger up, that says Bears #1? "The Bears will never be #1!" A hot dog? "You know I hate hot dogs." How about some nachos? "Fine, but I can eat nachos at home." Long pause (it's traffic on Hwy 1 through Santa Cruz/Capitola on a Friday afternoon, we've got a lot of time here). How about I let you pick out a bong at Whelan's Smoke Shop? "I'M IN!" "I WANT ONE TOO!" chimes in his older brother from the back seat.
As with so many aspects of parenting, it's all about finding effective incentives.
So on the drive home from school this afternoon I ask my 13-yr-old if he's excited about going to his first football game in six years. He looks at me all confused, and asks "When am I going to a football game?" I say tomorrow, Cal-North Carolina, we're leaving at 9 to be there by 10:30 or so. He says 'I'm not going." Oh yes you are, Mom and I bought you a ticket. "Why would I want to go to a football game? Spend at least three hours in the car, four hours sitting in a stadium watching a game I don't care about, all so I can walk around some campus for a half hour? Forget that." Well, how about if I buy you a big foam hand with the index finger up, that says Bears #1? "The Bears will never be #1!" A hot dog? "You know I hate hot dogs." How about some nachos? "Fine, but I can eat nachos at home." Long pause (it's traffic on Hwy 1 through Santa Cruz/Capitola on a Friday afternoon, we've got a lot of time here). How about I let you pick out a bong at Whelan's Smoke Shop? "I'M IN!" "I WANT ONE TOO!" chimes in his older brother from the back seat.
As with so many aspects of parenting, it's all about finding effective incentives.
So on the drive home from school this afternoon I ask my 13-yr-old if he's excited about going to his first football game in six years. He looks at me all confused, and asks "When am I going to a football game?" I say tomorrow, Cal-North Carolina, we're leaving at 9 to be there by 10:30 or so. He says 'I'm not going." Oh yes you are, Mom and I bought you a ticket. "Why would I want to go to a football game? Spend at least three hours in the car, four hours sitting in a stadium watching a game I don't care about, all so I can walk around some campus for a half hour? Forget that." Well, how about if I buy you a big foam hand with the index finger up, that says Bears #1? "The Bears will never be #1!" A hot dog? "You know I hate hot dogs." How about some nachos? "Fine, but I can eat nachos at home." Long pause (it's traffic on Hwy 1 through Santa Cruz/Capitola on a Friday afternoon, we've got a lot of time here). How about I let you pick out a bong at Whelan's Smoke Shop? "I'M IN!" "I WANT ONE TOO!" chimes in his older brother from the back seat.
As with so many aspects of parenting, it's all about finding effective incentives.
That one doesn't. He likes parkour more than anything else. The other one in the car is getting his adult black belt next month, at the tender age of 16. He's mildly interested in football, along with attending HH meetups in college town dive bars.
That one doesn't. He likes parkour more than anything else. The other one in the car is getting his adult black belt next month, at the tender age of 16. He's mildly interested in football, along with attending HH meetups in college town dive bars.
Im sure both are a hoot at wine and cheese parties.
Christ. Try injecting them with testosterone before it's too late.
So on the drive home from school this afternoon I ask my 13-yr-old if he's excited about going to his first football game in six years. He looks at me all confused, and asks "When am I going to a football game?" I say tomorrow, Cal-North Carolina, we're leaving at 9 to be there by 10:30 or so. He says 'I'm not going." Oh yes you are, Mom and I bought you a ticket. "Why would I want to go to a football game? Spend at least three hours in the car, four hours sitting in a stadium watching a game I don't care about, all so I can walk around some campus for a half hour? Forget that." Well, how about if I buy you a big foam hand with the index finger up, that says Bears #1? "The Bears will never be #1!" A hot dog? "You know I hate hot dogs." How about some nachos? "Fine, but I can eat nachos at home." Long pause (it's traffic on Hwy 1 through Santa Cruz/Capitola on a Friday afternoon, we've got a lot of time here). How about I let you pick out a bong at Whelan's Smoke Shop? "I'M IN!" "I WANT ONE TOO!" chimes in his older brother from the back seat.
As with so many aspects of parenting, it's all about finding effective incentives.
Reminds me of this exchange from the TV show “The West Wing”:
President Josiah Bartlet: You know I gave the kids candy all the time, right? Abbey Bartlet: Behind my back? President Josiah Bartlet: Yes. Abbey Bartlet: You bought their love. President Josiah Bartlet: Well, it was for sale, and I wanted it.
That one doesn't. He likes parkour more than anything else. The other one in the car is getting his adult black belt next month, at the tender age of 16. He's mildly interested in football, along with attending HH meetups in college town dive bars.
He sounds really tuff. Is he thinking of becoming an army ranger?
That one doesn't. He likes parkour more than anything else. The other one in the car is getting his adult black belt next month, at the tender age of 16. He's mildly interested in football, along with attending HH meetups in college town dive bars.
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As with so many aspects of parenting, it's all about finding effective incentives.
Uh huh
Im sure both are a hoot at wine and cheese parties.
Christ. Try injecting them with testosterone before it's too late.
President Josiah Bartlet: You know I gave the kids candy all the time, right?
Abbey Bartlet: Behind my back?
President Josiah Bartlet: Yes.
Abbey Bartlet: You bought their love.
President Josiah Bartlet: Well, it was for sale, and I wanted it.
Sounds like you are passing down your football savvy
Both kids settled on US Tubes bongs. Younger got a larger clear one, older got a smaller black one. Just doesn't seem right somehow