Tonight at dinner, Spyder announced to The Michael that he was writing a five page history paper. This was news to me, as I hadn't asked him to write a paper.
After dinner and a sojourn at the bookstore, we returned home. Sleep! Blessed sleep! Not for Spyder. He started in on his paper.
I am quite amused at this, and I'm a bit curious why he decided to write one. We were discussing paragraphs and sentence structure today. Perhaps that was the impetus.