If you have read any of my previous posts, you will have discovered that Grady has an inordinate ability to wind me up. I think somedays, that is what he lives for. Once he arrived a t a certain age his favourite wind-up was to muse about buying a motor bike. Seeing how much that upset me he would return to the subject every six months or so, just to watch me panic. To be fair, growing up I knew people who had been involved in horrific crashes on their bikes, so it was definitely not something I wanted my son to meddle in.
One evening shortly after one of these wind-up sessions, the phone rings, it's Grady who was "out with friends". I answer, and immediately hear "Hi Mumsy, I LOOOVE you" . There is only one response to that "What do you want?" This was followed by, "It's not what I want, it's what I've done". Fucking awesome, what has he done - this time? He fesses up he has bought a motor bike, and I promptly hung up the phone.
I admit I did not handle it well and refused to interact with him for the rest of the evening. The next day he was going camping, which probably saved his life, as I was able to calm down somewhat in the days he was gone.
He was a little concerned with my behaviour, and called his sister complaining that I wasn't speaking to him. Lindsay asked what he had done, and when he told her, she called him a dumbass and hung up on him too.
It was only TODAY, that I was re-telling this story, and Grady fessed up that he had told his father what he was planning to do and my husband, the rat bastard sat there nodding along. Obviously, the rotten apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Stay tuned for when Grady actually started working on his bike...
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