So The Boy and I had a little date night. Just the two us. We went to Sushi. On the way home, pretty much out of nowhere, the following gem is laid at my feet.
"Hey Mom. I was thinking that I am gonna do those jobs you are always asking me to do. Except pick up my dog's poop and take out the trash. That stuff smells and makes me want to throw up. How about if I don't do it the first time you ask, like, because I am busy, or in the middle of something, I will just pay you a quarter."
That is some serious philosophical waxing. I think if you look close enough, he might have just given me the answer to world peace or something.