Last week, Nathan brought home a permission slip to join the Cross Country team. (Yes, they do that at his school.)
I was pretty sure he wouldn't want to do it, but thought I'd better ask him. Just to be sure. I explained about the practices, the meets and how far he'd have to run. He was all fired up about joining the team.
Today was the first practice.
When I picked him up, we had the following conversation:
Nathan: "What are you doing here?"
Me: "I came to pick you up."
Nathan: "I want to quit Cross Country."
Me: "Why? Didn't you like the practice?"
Nathan: "Parts of it were good."
Me: "Which parts were good?"
Nathan: "Taking a break. Getting a drink. Getting ready to leave."
Me: "Well, which parts weren't so good?"
Nathan: "All the running."