Before dinner:

“Do you have your letter to the Bishop?”

grunt

After dinner: 

“Do you have your letter to the Bishop?”

grunt

In the driveway:

“Do you have your letter to the Bishop?”

grunt

Two minutes down the road:

“Did you sign the letter to the Bishop?”

“No – do you have the letter?”

“Wha-?  Didn’t you get the letter off my desk?”

Noises, not grunting, more like anxious squawking.  A time for calm.

“I’ll bring it when I pick you up.  You can sign it and give it to your teacher then.”

He quiets.

Apparently, I have not mastered Communicating with Your Teenager.  Did I need to ask a fourth time?

Eye contact…need to make more eye contact.