As we rode our bikes home from his monthly Book Club meeting at the library, my nine-year-old and I had the following conversation.
Me: How did you like the book?
Him: Any book about a kid nearly dying of boredom is bound to be boring.
Me: Hmm…(mental note to self never to write a book about a kid nearly dying of boredom).
Him: It would have been much more interesting if she had actually died of boredom.
And, really, what can you say to that?