The Truth about Summer Vacation

Honest. I did not mean to be the bearer of bad news.
This time...
Again...

The boys' goal for the summer is to be able to run 3 miles a day by the end of August. Elder Son plans to try out for high school soccer in the fall, and the freshman coach has told us that he cuts anyone who can't run three miles.
Running a full mile is nothing for them. They could do that today. (In fact, they will.) Younger Son just likes running, so he's all for joining Elder Son for the company and to set the pace.

All I was trying to do was figure out how much farther they'd have to run each week to work their way up to three miles by the end of August. While doing the math in my head, I spoke aloud.
"So, you guys have eight more weeks before school starts..."
"NO!" they interrupted. "No! No! No!"
"What?"
"Don't talk about school!"
"I'm just saying..."
"No!"
"You have eight weeks left..."
"Shut up!"

It's okay. They have every right to shut me down.
I have, in the past, pointed out the back-to-school sales flyers right after the Fourth of July.
"Oo, look! A dozen pencils for a penny!"

I am kinda evil that way.