The son is worse Sol. He gets all puffy on me when things don't go exactly his way. My problem with him is he is 6-4, weighs about 240 and has a max bench of right at 400 lbs.. ( football hero and clueless about much of anything else ) Just signed him up for 15,000 bucks for one year of colledge, momma bought him a 2004 Exterra and he can't even figure out how to check the oil.
( showed him a bunch of times, worked on dirt bikes with him for years... that I bought.. had no interest in doing anything but riding them yada yada ) He came close to getting his ass kicked out of my house a week back when he asked me for money to have his rig washed and I told him " its nice out, just do it in the driveway and save the money " Totally blew up.. called me a cheap C-sucker. Momma came running and told me that I should focus on the good things he does. I don't know, something about getting called a C-sucker kinda makes that hard to do.

What hits home with me here is the fact that somehow these things always wind up with my ass in the doghouse.