My kids are on mid-winter break from school and have the week off. We are staying up at the mountain for a week of skiing. Yesterday, my son left the condo and headed to the terrain park to meet some friends and snowboard. Before he left, I said, “Say no to drugs.” When my children leave the house, I always remind them to say no to drugs. My children are not heroin addicts, so obviously my consistent use of this phrase is working.
So, my son walks out the door and I say, “Say no to drugs and don’t get hurt.”
Two hours later, I get a phone call from the ski patrol. Now, a phone call from the ski patrol is never a good thing. They never call and say, “Wow! We just wanted to phone and express how sincerely impressed we are with your son.” They only call when bones are sticking out or brains have been concussed.
After x-rays, we discover that my son has broken his left arm, AGAIN! Geeze, drink some milk kid; take a calcium supplement.
In the emergency room, as we wait for the nurse to cast his arm, I say, “What did I tell you before you left this morning?”
“You said, say no to drugs and don’t get hurt.”
“So,” he said in his defense, “I did fifty percent of what you told me to do.”
I gave him the stink-eye
“I see your point,” he said. “Fifty percent is still an F.”