Most of the time, older son reeks of "you guys are idiots and I can't believe I have to live in this awful place." It oozes out of his pores. It permeates his being. (And this summer, he told us he hated every single minute he spent here at home, so I'm not making this up.) So if there's ANY possibility of being NOT AT HOME, he jumps at the chance.
When we told him we'd like him to go to church with us tonight, as our church is kicking off small groups at the same time it's starting a new program for high school group (which he loved this summer) and junior high (which Tucker is eager to start), what was his response? "Well, I'd only be home for an hour between water polo and leaving for church. That's hardly any time at home."
Ummmm, yeah. You can't have it both ways!