Last night was SS16-Zippy's ski night. DH wanted to encourage Zippy in the one thing outside of video games that Zippy would do outside of the house-Great!

We are not wealthy by any stretch of the imagination-so it kind of surprised me that DH bought Zippy expensive ski's (which Zippy ruined on his first day of skiing last year-and by some miracle the ski shop paid for half of a new pair this year!)-so DH was feeling generous and bought Zippy $300.00 ski boots (NICE!)-everyone left the store happy (I was not there so that made me happy).

Last night Zippy called to be picked up from skiing around 9:30pm-DH goes to get him-they come back and Zippy slinks upstairs like a greasy shadow-DH is standing there, tapping his foot, looking VERY annoyed-

Finally, I ask him what is wrong-DH sends a furitive glance upstairs to make sure Zippy is not pasted up against the wall of the stairwell and cannot hear him, says:

"That idiot son of mine LEFT his ski boots on the school bus!"

I continued sipping my herbal tea

Me: "That is too bad dear-are you going to buy him new ones?"

DH (face turning red)-"How the hell do you "forget" a size 12 pair of ski boots on a bus?"

Me: "I don't know dear" (when you let him lose his brain in video games 24/7 I'm surprised he leaves the house with his head on his neck)

DH (with furrowed brow)says:

"I am NOT buying him a new pair of boots!"

Me (thinking) we will see-good old Zip will flutter his camel like eyelashes at Daddykins, maybe throw a nice bone Daddy's way (like pick up after himself one night) and VOILA instant $300.00 ski boots.....

Zippy pulled the old chestnut "you don't trust me" when DH had to pull SS out of bed every morning for school and for his new "job". So of course Daddy had to let Zippy have the trust (not earned you know)-and brags to me that THIS TIME it seems to be working....

So this morning -Zippy crawls out of bed (having missed his school bus)-SLOWLY(hence his nickname Zippy-kid does not move faster than he has to for ANYONE!)leisurely pours himself a cup of tea (DH's face is getting redder and redder at the dining room table) and SS spreads himself out like a lazy lion cub on the family room sofa and sighs a dismisive "ho-hum" at the world around him -

At this point I go upstairs as I want to throw something at the lazy butthead!

I come back down at 8:30am to leave for work -Zippy is STILL slowly stretching on the sofa-DH comes down and I ask him:

"Are you driving Prince Zippy to school this morning?"

DH (through pursed lips) "No -he can fall, get a late slip at school-AND I AM NOT BUYING HIM NEW SKI BOOTS"

It was a peaceful drive to work.....