i walked away and stopped in his doorway with the door half-closed and called brian. who, as usual, did not answer. i did not let this stop me.
i had a pretend conversation whereby i explained how oliver was unwilling to complete his tasks and improve his behavior and that he was unfit for traveling to grandma's for thanksgiving and who on earth would we have come stay with him while we went to grandma's. he finally paid attention enough to hear me and started hollering and i wandered on over to my bedroom door to continue the conversation and then hung up and walked back to the other room.
he figured out how to make his bed pretty quickly.
now for the pencil markings...