Played

Ethan broke his 4th metacarpal 6 weeks ago.  Yesterday was finally the day to take the cast off.  Ethan had been fretting about how it would feel and smell and if he could move it and it someone would hurt it.  When I came up the stairs after seminary to check on his progress for getting ready to leave for the appointment, I was greeted with this note: 

I will translate:

Why I should Not Go to school

* My hand will be sore

* My hand will look and smell horrible

*  Last Saturday and this Saturday are being wasted (he had a show choir practice from 8-4 last week and this week he has a merit badge clinic from 9-3)

* Kids are rowdy all the time and will crush my sore hand

* I do not want to go to school (truth bomb right there)

*School is boring (mayday- loosing argument)

* I will do my chore today along with your choice of a second chore (now we are getting into bribery)

*I told everybody at school I wasn't going to be at school (is this now guilt)

* Friday is getting wasted ( poor kids life is one big wasteland)

Seriously though.  You gotta love this kids tenacity.  Everyone was making fun of the note and teasing me that I buy into stuff like this way too easily.  How could I resist?  Look at that face.  His hand did look weird and smell horrible!  It was really weak and he has to wear a brace to protect the break for a few more weeks.  He could get hurt.  I refused to tell him my decision on the matter until after the doctor appointment.  I had to keep him in suspense.  Not let him know it was that easy to win.  I love getting these notes from him and they don't always work.  We do not own an ostrich or a hawk!  hahah

 He did have to suffer by going with me to my haircut which took 3 hours with drive time (it's far away)  He was thinking about school and how he would have enjoyed that more.  We did go to his favorite place for lunch.  By then it was almost 1 and I eat at 11am (I'm up at 5)  I was pretty hangry.  There was a person in training and it was taking for ever to get orders.  We finally received our little magic disc and sat down and waited and waited.  Ethan saw a server try to give our order to another table and then just take it back to the back.  Were they ever going to try to find the owners of those meals?  It wasn't looking like it.  After 10 more minutes I got up and went over there and asked why it looked like our food was just sitting there.  We had been given the wrong tracking number.  I asked for my food to be remade because it was now cold.  She agree and we sat down and waited again.  We got our food and all was right in the world.  It got even better when a few more minutes later I was handed my money back.  I was shocked and said "wow, thank you, I wasn't expecting that."  Her replay was "really, you weren't? oh that's nice."  I guess they are use to jerks.  I was just grateful that they agreed to remake my food.  Ethan was grateful that his justification note worked on me.