This last night from Other Jim:
"So I'm going on a field trip tomorrow and"
I interrupt. "A field trip? For what class?" I knew nothing of a field trip.
"Photography," says OJ.
"Wait. A field trip? Why do I not know of this? I didn't sign any field trip permission form." I hoped he would say that's because Dad signed it, but I wondered if my hope was misplaced.
OJ smiles. "I know. I filled it out and turned it in without a signature just to see if the teacher would notice."
(And apparently she didn't notice because he's going on the field trip)
I am so ready to be shut of this child. I had to tell him "You know I love you, dear son of mine, BUT YOU TAX MY PATIENCE AT EVERY TURN!" I tried and tried and tried to teach him manners/civility/obedience/caution but I fear he just used those lessons to see how much fun he could have thumbing his nose at me while he breaks just enough of the rules to be irritating.
To look on the bright side: at least he doesn't get into real trouble. He hasn't had any traffic tickets, he is a responsible employee, he does his schoolwork apparently and gets reasonable grades, goes to seminary without complaint, doesn't stay out late with friends doing who-knows-what, etc.
He just likes to see me get fake mad.