Help! I'm being held hostage by prepaid cards. It used to be "Mom, can I have a dollar to get some candy?" Now, it's "Mom, can I have $20 to get a PS3 card, or an iTunes card, or a Roblox card...." Thank goodness he hasn't discovered prepaid VISA cards!
I'd love it if he would take to a sport, but the competitive spirit gene seems to have skipped his DNA. It's hard to accept for me, as I grew up in a household where breakfast was a competitive sport. :)
He's not even a teenager yet. I dread the day he has a license to drive. I'm sure I'll hear "Mom, can you spot me $100 to fill the tank?"
I love him to death. And he loves me. And sometimes I let him get away with manipulating me.
It's a "Mom" thing.