It was Saturday and the Masters Golf Tournament was to be televised from 3:00-7:00. Third round of four. We had planned to go to Scotland Neck to visit with his mom and watch the Masters with her. We were going to get there by 3:00.
George woke up that morning asking, “When are we going to Scotland Neck?” I told him we would leave at 1:30 so that we could be there by 3:00 to watch the Masters. He said he thought we were going to be there at 1:30. I said no, his mother wasn’t expecting us until 3:00. A few minutes later, he said we had to get ready to leave. He would not pay attention to my reasoning. (So what’s new?)
At 10:30 I put our lawn chairs and tarp on the grass and started spray painting. He paced. He worried. He got mad. I did too, and I told him he just couldn’t stand it if I planned to do two things on the same day. I said we had three hours before we would leave, and he could get a nap. He paced more and kept repeating that we needed to leave. I said, once again, that his Mom expected us at 3:00. That went right past him.
We left at noon. He did get his nap after all - during the first two hours of the Masters in his mom’s easy chair. Serves him right!
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