I sent The Rationalist into his room to do his homework--writing his spelling words four times each. He kept popping in and out of his room, distracted and not really wanting to focus.
Back and forth, in and out, he went. First, he asked where the pencils were. Two minutes later, did I know where the eraser was? Not long after that, did I remember to look at his fundraising magazines. His mind flitted from one thing to the other as he took his time to do his work
The last time he came out, he noticed something on his hand.
"What's this?" he asked while scrutinizing his palm.
""Who wrote on my hand?!"
"What do you mean?
"There's writing on my hand. I didn't do it!"
I looked at his hand and saw faint pencil marks, making out barely-there letters.
"I think you must have put your hand on your paper. The writing rubbed off on it."
He thought about it for minute while inspecting his hand once more.
"No...I don't think so."......pause....."I think it's a message from God!"
"...a message...from God..."
"Yes!" he giggled and ran back to his room.
Maybe I can get God to tell him to clean up his room and chew with his mouth closed. I think I have a pen around here somewhere.