For the record:

Nolan has been well behaved at school for the last three days straight.  I doubted him on Tuesday.  He got off the bus without the good-behavior indicating sticker.  This happens a lot.  At one point I discovered that he sometimes lies about "losing it on the bus."  Tuesday though, he said, "We don't get stickers anymore." 
"Really, I'll call the school right now and ask."  (I tried, no one answered)
"I mean, I lost it on the bus." 
"It sounds like you're lying." 
"No, I'm not, check my backpack, there is no note from Ms. Pala." (the one that tells me what exactly he did wrong that day - he has been known the throw them away on his way out of the school or in the bathroom trash when he gets home)

That night, he stayed in his bed and NEVER ONCE left his room until morning.

The next day when I dropped him off, I asked his teacher and she said that he had, in fact, gotten a sticker the previous day and she had seen it fall off on his way to the bus and he had put it in his pocket.  The next day he got two stickers because he was especially good.  Today, a sticker again!  I asked him what he did good today. 
"Everything." 
"Did you stop coloring when you were supposed to?"
"Yes"
"Were you quiet and listening when Ms. Pala was teaching?"
"Yes, mom, everything you are going to ask, yes."

After thoughtful consideration, and my mom will back this up, I have decided that Nolan was given to me because of all of those times when my mom would tell me, "I can't wait until you have children of your own."  I certainly wasn't known for my honesty or ability to clean my room.  Nolan also has difficulty in both of these areas.  As for the rest of my lacking traits, I am scared to re-live my childhood through my own child, but be the one who has to figure out how to make this little person grow into a reasonable adult.