Middle Boy swears to me he has been doing his therapy homework.  I don't think he has.

Why don't I think he has?  His therapy notebook has been in the car since last Thursday night when he had his individual session.

This morning I asked him to show me the work he has been doing.

This turned into a BIG production.  First he leafed through the notebook "trying to find the work".  Then he pulled out a worksheet from the last step of therapy.  When I mentioned I didn't think that was it he seemed a little bit exasperated.

He knows I know he isn't doing it, because he wouldn't look at me.

He knows the consequence of not being done with it this Thursday.  It isn't going to be done and it isn't going to be pretty.

Prayers for it not to escalate and Middle Boy just accepts the consequence and moves on.