Me: Nicholas, you and I need to go shopping for some school clothes.
Nicholas: Everything from last year still fits me ... I don't need anything.
Me: Sweetie (I use this endearment to remind me that I love my son ... I really, really do; it's also a way of channelling some of that southern charm). You can't have a wardrobe that is an exact repeat from last year. Besides, you've grown taller and you could use some longer pants and shorts.
Nicholas: I guess.
His response is accompanied by a huge sigh ... a sigh that carries with it the weight of the world. A sigh that is meant to convey to me that he is so put upon.
Huh. Life is tough.
Next up is Jonathan.
Me: Jonathan, in a couple of days we need to go shopping for some school clothes.
Jonathan: What??!! Why??
Me: Listen (no sweetie this time; to heck with that southern charm). Last year you were still wearing a school uniform; you're about to start high school ... there is no uniform ... you need some clothes.
Jonathan: But I already have golf shirts.
Me: You have two ... don't you think you need more than two shirts?
Jonathan: I guess.
And his sigh is a duplicate of his brother's.
I have a headache already, and I haven't even left the house.