This always qualifies as having no content. Note that all voices were quiet (for us) and rather neutral for the whole conversation, except for my laughing.
J (that's the kid): Mom, can you transfer some money to my school account?
Me: No, you have to use the money you earned this summer.
J: But this is for food! I'm tired of the cafeteria and I want Arby's.
M: Too bad, use your own money.
J: Mom, just calm down now, you're getting hysterical.
M: Didn't Buba just send you a check for $20?
J: Yes, but I didn't have time to cash it yet.
M: So go deposit it now at your ATM.
J: No, that takes too long. It's easier if you transfer money to my school account card, and then I can use the card right at the restaurant.
M: You still need to use your own money for that.
J: Mom, you're really getting hysterical for no reason. If you don't give me money, Sammie will pay for me.
M: That's her fault for being weak-willed. She shouldn't hang out with you anyway because you're a jerk.
J: That's exactly what I would have said! Why do you sound like me?
At this point, Dad joined in on the speaker phone and there was more of the same for another 20 minutes. We didn't give in.
It's good that the kid can entertain us now. This was the longest conversation we've had in 15 yrs. We only get 2 types of phone calls a semester from him:
1) Can I have some money?
2) Pick me up at the bus this Fri.
Then there's IM:
1) My phone is broken.
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I am going to be stubborn and try to paste a comment, again...sigh. Ur blog doesnt' like me!!!
this is one advantage of having multiple kids- one of mine sounds a bit liek this ( or did, she has improved, in recent semnester), teh otehr sees this and has guilt about even having us pay tuition.....
let's be honest- u always wish i wd talk less- so Josh and I kind of balance out...smile.
There must be some update to this story? After all, we've had a new set of holidays to interact over since this discussion . . .
Of course, Dave. Now that he's home, we argue. Today I (again) threatened to throw him out of the house & stop paying for college. It's time for him to go back.
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