My eldest is finally doing a sport. He is trying on wrestling and doesn't hate it. Good on him, if there is a sport that teaches mental and physical toughness, it is wrestling.
Last night it was a cold and rainy night here in the PNW. I went and gave him a ride home. Walking home tired after a 2-hour wrestling practice would really suck. One moron stated that I was spoiling my children, giving the same tiresome and untrue story about walking both ways to school when "he was a kid".
I didn't tell him to fuck off. Maybe I should have