Monday, May 28, 2012
We're so bored
I'm lying on the bed reading a short story by Maile Meloy in The New Yorker, keeping one hand on Sophie's back so that she doesn't swing forward and off of the bed. Despite their ages and sizes, both boys are hanging out with me, lying on the bed and on the floor. When Henry shoves the dog by accident, his nails dig into Oliver's mouth as he lies on the floor so then Oliver shrieks, Sophie's hums grow louder and Henry insists that he didn't do anything. I lay my magazine down and say please, figure out something to do that doesn't have to do with electronics. Please.