I thought it was funny (OK, maybe I have a bad sense of humor) last night when Z and I had an exchange like this on the way home from a late night of playing *basketball:
K: You should be studying more. Get serious. Get focus.
Z: I am, Mom. I’m working hard.
K: You want to make the best grades possible. Have the highest GPA you can.
Z: I know, Mom. (Silence.) (Now with an attitude.) I’m probably going to be a writer anyway.
Z hops out of the car and enters the house.
K trails behind him mumbling something like, “Writers need a good education, too, you know.”
What just happened here?
*Z was playing, not me, and he did well with 10points.
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