Over the River and Through the Woods ...?

No, that's simply too much work.

On Wednesday, I asked S what he was going to do for Thanksgiving, since it was the next day. He responded, "I'll probably go to my Grandmother's house in (city 12 miles south of here)."
"Probably?" I asked. "Well, it depends on the weather. It might rain, and I don't want to get my bike wet, and if it's raining too hard I won't want to walk to the train."

Fast forward to Thanksgiving. We leave to go to my aunt's house at around one o'clock. Megan looks at the clock and says, "Should we tell S that the train is on the holiday schedule today? Maybe he should get out of bed." I know, yes he was still in bed. I responded that there was no way he was going to grandma's.

We got back from dinner around 9 P.M. When I came in the house of course S was standing in the kitchen. I said, "Lemme guess, you never left the house, and disappointed poor grandma." (I want to note, it didn't really rain.) He said, "yeah, I didn't go anywhere." I responded with guilt of course. "What did poor grandma say when you called? That's so sad, she had an empty seat at the table." His response? "Oh, I probably should have called, but she probably figured I wouldn't come." Well, if she's smart, of course she knew this, but come on ... it's a holiday. He couldn't get over his end of semester "stress" to go see grandma for a day. He's truly pathetic.