Me: "Santa Claus is watching you. You better clean that room."
Little guy: "Let him watch me."
That's what happens when your kid is fifteen, they're no longer a believer, and they're a smart aleck.
Me: "Watch me not give you any of your presents tomorrow."
Little guy: "OK, gee, mom."
That's what happens when your kid is fifteen, they believe your threat, and they give up being a smart aleck for just a moment.
Mom: 1...I got my way.
Kid: 1...He got to have presents (and a clean room).
Santa: 0...Sorry big guy, can't even give you points for trying.
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