Almost 10:30 on the dot

I had to go to Costco and Walmart yesterday because I was taking dinner in to our bishop's family, along with Bobie, and I needed to get a few things. I had been telling Cameron for at least a couple of hours that we would be doing this. I had also been asking him for at least that entire time to get dressed. I don't usually like to get involved with the picking out of clothes with him. He's too picky and it can get hairy arguing with him. So, during the two hours of prep time, I did some laundry, cleaning and got myself ready. Remember that I told him the entire time I was doing this that we would be going to these places and he needed to be ready when I said it was time. At around 10:28, I went downstairs to find him, and there he was on the family room floor. He was playing the Wii and was still in his pajamas. Of course. Is anyone surprised? This is Cameron I'm talking about. I decided to press my luck and quickly grabbed some clothes for him. I tossed them at him and told him to put them on. He wanted to know why he had to get dressed. What did he mean why? Hadn't I been telling him for 2 hours that we were going places. He immediately started whining that he didn't want to go. He wanted to stay home and continue playing the Wii. I told him tough luck, we were going and he had to hurry up. He yelled some more and I was starting to get frustrated with him and thought to myself, "I wish he could go to school." I then looked up at the clock and it was 10:29:50. Ten seconds shy of my prediction.