Not wanting to see her son in such a funk, she suggested, "I have got to go shopping and I think you should come with me."
"Mom!" Robin exclaimed. "I can't go out like this! I look like a girl!"
"I know you are worried, Honey. But I have got to go all the way across town. No one you know will see you."
In his fear, Robin made a bad mistake. "I am not going, and that is final." He announced "You can't make me."
Robin's mother had been rapidly growing tired of Robin's bad attitude about the situation. All morning he had been making everyone else's lives miserable by his actions.
"I have had just about enough from you, young man. We have all tried to be understanding of your situation, but every time we cut you some slack, you threw it back in our face. Well, young man, I am your mother. You will be going with me. You can get dressed and come with me, or so help me, I'll find the most girlie dress of your sister's and make you wear it. But either way, you are going to come with me. Do you understand?"
In a sudden fit of intelligence, uncommon in teenage boys, Robin gave in to his mother. "Okay." He said.
Starring at her son, she said, "Okay. Go get dressed."
