14 started swim lessons last night after a 2-year break. It was like dead man walking taking the trip to the school.
Our conversation went like this:
14: I fucking hate swim lessons.
14: Fine, I just do. I can't believe you're making me do this. I have fucking swim lessons. When I have children, I will never make them take swim lessons.
Me: It's mandated by law, children have to learn to swim.
14: Whatever, I'll let them drop out as soon as they want to. I fucking hate swim lessons.
Me: Language. (In my head I thought oh no, you'll make them suffer just like I'm making you. It's called retribution ... and good sense!)