My eleven year old son walked through the door. "I'm Free!" he shouted as he grabbed a root beer from the refrigerator.
"Do you have any homework to do?"
"Fine. Get to work then."
Five minutes later, I found him at the TV watching The Animated Adventures of Superman.
"What are you doing? I thought you said you had homework."
"I needed to put a DVD on for Paul."
"It's on. Go do your homework."
I knocked on the bathroom. "If you don't start your homework, I'll make you do the trash now before you start."
"I forgot my math book."
"Thanks Mom! I..."