Béla had had enough of me hinting that he did not seem particularly prepared for his spelling test and eventually agreed. I suggested he go drum, which he did until he needed to ice his hands.
Then he wanted some documentation of of how well this had all turned out. Frustration is great for drumming. Drumming is great for frustration.
(The side image — also full of creative spelling, which is, slowly, extinguishing, is just one of his more interesting pre-bedtime sketches. I think it has something to do with the first World War.)