Luke, as you know, is a bit precocious.
He is also just a TINY bit lazy.
I often (okay, every ding-dong day) have to persuade him in a firm way to get his work done. Today was no exception.
"Luke, you just have to write a row of 9's and then you're done! I know you can do it!"
He wailed in pain, "It's like you're TORTURING ME!!!"
He turned to Suzy and said angrily, "I was having a marvelous childhood until all of this happened."
That's me. Torturer extraordinaire.