I have two things that I ask the boys to do when they get home: put their lunch sacks in the kitchen and leave their homework and other papers out for me to see. I asked Jon what I wanted him to do, and he said, "Hang up my backpack and whine and cry?"
Jon yells, for no discernible reason, "MOM! It's all your fault." I think to myself, "Why, because I gave birth to you?" He continues, "For giving birth to me!"
One of Jon's friends wrote him a very polite note requesting that he write her back, since she has sent him a couple notes without a response. I mentioned it would be the nice thing to do, and he said, "I'll write her a note. A ransom note!"