Me: (from upstairs) I'm working.
Me: I'm busy.
Her: DADDDEEE!!!! CAN YOU HEAR ME?
Me: (coming downstairs) What what what what what what? Good Lord, child. Is there an emergency? Is your arm broken? Did you drink poison?
Her: I'm bored.
Me: (blinking back incredulity) That's impossible.
Her: No it's not.
Me: Sweetheart Head, you've been out of school less than 24 hours. The other day you were saying you couldn't wait for school to be over so you could "finally relax."
Her: I know.
Me: When I asked you to describe third grade in one word, you said "exhausting."
Her: It was very tiring.
Me: So how can you already be bored? We've been to the pool this morning. You just finished lunch. You have a roomful of toys and books. Come on, Kid. You can find something to do for an hour. Ok? One hour?
Her: An hour is like eternity.
Me: You can't say that until you've worked in Sales.
Me: Nothing. Listen. Boredom is good for you. Use your imagination and come up with something fun to do. You have a brain, right? How about a craft?
Me: How about read one of the books in your room you haven't read?
Her: Read them all.
Me: Let's make a deal. If you can occupy yourself for an hour, then we can do something together after that. Ok?
Her: (big sigh) Ok, Daddy.
Me: Ok. (Heading back upstairs to continue working.)
(Five minutes later)
Her: I'm BOOOOOOOOORRRED.
Me: Get a job.