Unfortunately, I likely set my sons day up on a bad note.
He is a huge "almost" twelve year old, birthday coming up soon (dead serious, he is as tall as my eyes, which means five foot nine inches tall, weighs one hundred ten pounds and looks skinny).
... but his mind is that of a six year old. I asked that he decide if he is going to be an obnoxious teen (which I can begin to deal with) or a disgusting six or seven year old (which is where we already are).
I asked him to make a choice and come home with a single theme to his behavior.
I look back on this demand and I am the cunt-ass stupid father who barely listens to what needs his child has of him. I see this as too much for him to accomplish. I see myself as a kind of deadbeat dad, who makes demands without offering the required support.
As soon as I see him, I am going to revise this horrible set of demands placed upon him. He can be both and neither,, as he sees fit.