Wendy came home from school today and said, "I'm going to get right down to doing my homework." She asked me for a glass of milk, I poured it and left the kitchen. When I came back, Wendy wasn't at the table, where she usually does her homework. I called out for her and she called back, "I'm in my room." Okay, I thought, that's different, but she has a desk, so, whatever.

I walked into her room, but she wasn't at her desk, she was sitting on her bed.

"Why aren't you using your desk," I asked. Then I look over at her desk.

Well, no wonder she can't use her desk!