*cue sad violin music*
He lost his privileges for today. Of course, the morning started with tearful groans and a toss of a limp body on the bed in dramatic protest. When he gets like that I just tell him to go to his room and come on out when he has regained control of himself.
He was in there for a long time. Hmmmmm.....should I check on him?
Finally, he emerged, excitedly, with notebook papers in one hand and a stapler in the other. He worked eagerly at the kitchen table completing his project. Oh my, what has he created?
He was so anxious for me to see what he had done. He had written a story, complete with illustrations. Now, Matthew has never been very artistic and he rarely uses color when he draws. He prefers a good old fashioned pencil. He used his best cursive handwriting, and it was beautiful! Here's how the story goes.....