Back in the days when my brothers and I were happily
misbehaving in the back row of open Sunday School, we quickly learned how to
answer questions for treats. Like performing seals, we tried to outdo one
another for a pencil, badge or snack.
Horrible, really, when you think about it.
The idea was that when the superintendent asked a question,
the kid who got his or her hand up first won the prize, which naturally
encouraged all kinds of cheating. The most effective way to cheat was to stab
your arm up into the stratosphere long before the question was finished, and
sometimes before it started. The downside was that you really
didn’t have a clue what you were supposed to be responding to.