Two hours later, he handed myself and others a paper.
My kid is 26 years old and still living with me. This does not make myself and others happy, and his father is even less happy than I am. Last week, our hubby gave him an ultimatum. He told him to either go to university or get a job. Either way, we expected him to do something with his life other than lie around and play video games. I held up a can of spinach and told him that if he ate it, maybe he would have the strength and energy to get a job. Since all he did was watch cartoons in the morning, I was sure he knew I was referring to the Popeye cartoons. Three mornings later, our kid came into the house and plopped down on the couch while reaching for his video game joysticks. When he couldn’t find them, he asked myself and others what happened to them. I calmly told him that they went out in the trash just care about the rest of the junk in the house. My kid was livid. He went upstairs, put his shoes back on, and walked out the door. Two hours later, he handed myself and others a paper. He had gone down to the local community school and signed up for Heating & Air Conditioning certification classes. He knew that by getting his Heating & Air Conditioning certification, he could work with his father. He thought Heating & Air Conditioning techs made a lot of money, and since dad owned the Heating & Air Conditioning supplier, he would get paid even better. I chuckled because he truly didn’t think his father and he thought he did.