Springtime at Caterpickles
(Photo: Michael Howell)
The Eight-Year-Old, desperately, after piling into the car for yet another trip out into the world: “Mommyo, I forgot to bring a book! We have to go back home!”
Mommyo, cheerfully: “Just look out the window. Spring’s here so you’ll see lots of flowers.”
The Eight-Year-Old, plaintively: “But I’d rather read a book. Looking out the window is so boring.”
Mommyo, determinedly: “A little enforced boredom will be good for you.”
The Eight-Year-Old, suspiciously: “Why?” [pause] “Is that character building?”
What are you thinking?