Conversations with T

In the United States when a boy turns 18 he has to sign up on the Selective Service System.  In a nutshell it means that in event of a war they will bear arms for the United States.  (I know someone is going to correct me on my summary, but that is the version for Dummies)

On T's 18th Birthday I went online and signed him up ~ this is how the conversation went.

Me:  Hey T I just went online and signed you up on the Selective Service System.

T:  Great Mom! (insert sarcasm) Now what happens if a war breaks out tomorrow?

Me: Uh, where have YOU been? (insert heavy, heavy sarcasm)

This has been another Piss-Poor-Parenting moment brought to you by Mojito with a double shot of rum.