Death, taxes and...

Clobber the next person that says, "it's a sure thing."
It doesn't happen.
There is the allure of Vegas. Powerball has millions. You can only count on three things in life. Death, taxes and Sterling doing what you don't think possible.

Every night he sits down and does his homework. Every night, at some point, he bitches about it. It's too tough. He doesn't understand. His teachers are dumb. School sucks. There is too much homework. On and on and on and on. It is almost to the point that I don't want to be around.

Tonight, I thought, was to be different.
All he had to do was read for 20 minutes. TWENTY MINUTES. THAT'S ALL. Oh...and record what was read, in his journal. All in all...I thought it couldn't get any easier. This is Sterling tho.

10 minutes into his reading he announced he only had three minutes left to read. I assured him he had 10 minutes to read. Back and forth we went. He told me at what time he started and I countered with what time he REALLY started. Even if I let him use his start time he still had more than the three minutes.

BITCH, BITCH, BITCH...BLAH BLAH BLAH

When I brought up the fact that he always whines about homework, he looked at me with a blank stare. He knew it was true.
I tried to make him feel a bit silly for whining about having to read 20 minutes but I don't think it worked. What should have taken 20 minutes took far longer...of course.