So are all 11 year old PITAS?

You do know what a PITA is, don't you? Pain In The Ass. I know that Zac is almost 7 and a far cry from 11, but if he acts like our 11 year old neighbor in 4 years, he might be shipped off to military school! This kid doesn't give up! He is the sneakiest little slime ball I've ever met, and his Mom thinks he's the best little guy in the world! He might be more street smart than Zac, but Terry and I are seeing right through him. Here's what we have so far this summer: He constantly gets Zac to ask if he can eat dinner with us---NO! He took my last summer mix Pepsi earlier this week and then blamed it on Zac. I later found out that he asked Zac to get it for him and when Zac couldn't reach it, this kid got it for himself. Ummm, just because it's in a fridge in the garage (is that public property?) doesn't mean it's YOURS! I mean, what if you couldn't read and accidentally took one of my beers? Oh, it would be ON--you think I get hot over summer mix Pepsi...you haven't seen me fight over a beer! My favorite was last night, after playing video games at his house. Zac comes home with the game they had been playing (ours) and a BROKEN memory card. Funny, because he went over with a totally good memory card earlier that day. So Terry sent Zac back over to get ALL the memory cards in their house so we could decipher which one was ours....or at least find a better one than we already had! LOL! We got our own back and then made a new rule...memory cards and games don't leave our house. The Mom next door might not pay attention to what her hellion is doing, but I do...and I'm not going to be bulldozed by some ADHD ridden, cheeto-eating, pepsi-stealing 11 year old. Got it? Good!