Jackson and I are currently betting on who can be the most stubborn.
He has sat on that piano bench since 1:30 pm this afternoon.
I have listened to the whining and complaining since 1:30 pm this afternoon.
Apparently it is possible to become injured while sitting on a piano bench.
He is my least task-oriented child, which for his highly efficient mother is rather frustrating, especially since we have school in our future and I do not like the idea of pestering and badgering the entire morning to get him to brush his teeth, get dressed, and say his prayers.
I'll let you know how my grand scheme works out.
**but like most of our schemes, this one will probably fail. I'm open to any inspiration God chooses to send me.