He get it from his mama?

Omigod.
Just when I thought I was a good parent, the boy comes out with some shit that makes me wonder.

Last Thursday, the boy had a camp sleep-over that he went to. He took his cell phone with him, and when he brought all his stuff home, I just assumed it was still in his backpack.

Umm. no.

Yesterday, I switch the laundry over, and I hear this thumping in the dryer. WTF? I go investigate. Nothing. I turn it on again, and the same thumping. I investigate again, and find nothing. Fuck it. I think as I close the dryer door and turn it back on. For the next 30 minutes, I listen to this thumping in my dryer. Too stubborn to go check it out again.

Finally, I give up. I open the dryer and start taking the still damp clothes out 1 by 1. Sure nuff. There is the boys cell phone. Damn.

I try it to see if it works. Of course not. That would be way too easy.
The shit is bro-ken.
So, I decide that I will go pick him up a new one..Well, as my luck would have it, I never make it to the store. I got caught up at work, and needed to get home.

I got home, and the boy was at my girlfriend's house. I was about to call there and instead he called me. I tell him that they didn't have the cell phone. I knew he would be a little pissed, but I assured him that I would go get him one tomorrow. This child, the boy, actually started to interrogate me about the damn cell phone.

I finally tell him that he is making me mad. He says, "Okay, then."
And this child. hangs.up.the.phone. --yep, he hung the fuck up on me.

I guess this is the shit that I inadvertently teach the boy. You don't like what someone says to you, hang up the phone. Not a bad concept, but not for a 10 year old to use on his own mother.

I was all over his ass when he got home. I am pretty sure it will never happen again.
But damn. We know where he git it...