Of course, he can bounce out of bed at 7 am on a weekend, but for school? Huh uh.
This morning's exchange went something like this:
Me. (flips on light) Good morning! Time to get up.
A.J. (puts pillow over his head) Five more minutes.
Me. Nope. Now.
A.J. Twenty more minutes.
Me. Erm... no.
A.J. I don't want to go to school.
Me. Sorry. (passes him a shirt and shorts) Put these clothes on.
A.J. Why do I have to go to school?
Me. Because the state of Texas made it law for every child 6 years and older to be enrolled in school. If you didn't go, I'd be breaking the law and I'd go to jail. Do you want me to go to jail?
A.J. Do they wear those striped outfits in jail? The black and white ones?
Me. (...) No, orange jumpsuits, I think.
A.J. You don't look good in orange.
And that, my friends, was the conversation we had that made him decide to quit whining and get ready to go to school. True story. My hand to God.