Chores

Where to begin where to begin. . . 

Alright, so, can you name one kid out there that enjoys doing chores? Probably not, because kids are kids and that's fact. A few years back, I had chores. I had to make my bed, clean my room, do my homework without complaining; usual kid stuff. But, back then I used to have an allowance. I forgot what it was, but I think it was something around $5 dollars a week, give or take a dollar. 

Well, anyway, after a while my mom stopped paying me an allowance but I still did my chores. After a few weeks of this injustice I complained, but that just got her annoyed with me. So, I stopped doing them.

A few years after my chore boycott I started babysitting my younger brother and sister. I'd get paid a few dollars an hour, and I was satisfied with that. 

Now, for someone who acts so much like a kid as myself, there's one ironic rule that I live with and have lived with for a very long time: I do not like kids. At all. So, babysitting is basically a never-ending game of let's test Winnernerd's patience. 

Knowing this, you can imagine my reaction when one day my mom came home after a day of errands and didn't pay me for babysitting. I believe the phrase she used was: "There's a difference between babysitting and staying home with your brother and sister while I run errands." Right, mom. Maybe I should stay home with the neighbors' kids, too, while they run errands. (Hypothetically, of course. My neighbors don't have kids.)