So yesterday Dandy turns in his homework 100% wrong. Every bit of it. It's obvious that he hasn't read the directions. I ask him "What were you supposed to do here?" and he makes up some gobbledygook. I ask him to copy the directions (there are 5 small sets) and he throws a fit. The fit and its consequences pretty much eat up the rest of the day and carry over into today.
Finally, at about 3:00 he resigns himself to the task, sits down and copies out the directions. Ten minutes later -- yes, 1 day and a half of protest over 10 minutes of copy-work -- he is industriously completing his language arts work. He strolls through the kitchen and remarks, "Reading the directions really helps."
Why yes, Dandy, it does.