Carrying his own bags

I must be one of the few moms who still continues to go collect the brat from school. A few other mothers still do. For a major part though, the brat's classmates and friends either go home by bus or van or have the drivers collect them.
The scene during dispersal time is quite chaotic what with the van drivers and the drivers of individual students elbowing the few moms around to get to the kids they have to collect. But that's not what this post is about.
Yesterday, the brat emerged from his ground floor class and shrugged his bag off his shoulders and handed it to me nonchalantly.
"What?" I sputtered. "Why are you giving me your bag?"
"Everybody's mamma and driver carries dere bag. Oney you make me carry my bag."
I put said bag right on his back and prodded him along the few steps to the car and informed him in no uncertain terms that he is meant to carry his own school bag, given that he barely does have any distance to carry it anyway, and it isn't really heavy with any school books.
Not so pleasant flashback to my days as a student when I had to tote bleddy stuffed to the gills, back bending bag weighing some obscene amount which one never weighed back in those days, but just lumped around without complaining, me specifically, from age nine toting it meself from Goregaon to Bandra, through crowded BEST buses, a long walk to the bus stops either way. It would never even have occurred to me to hand my bag over to my mother to carry it for me the few occasions she accompanied me.
I looked around. Kids were walking around with their parents holding their school bags and tiffin bags, or their drivers holding the bags for them. The brat settled into the car seat, his bag on his shoulders. I think he needs to learn to carry his stuff around himself. I would dread to think he grew up into the Ugly Creature who expects folk around him to carry stuff he is perfectly capable of carrying himself.