. . Wailed our small grandson, explaining his reason for not wishing to attend his new “nursery” later that day. We chose to pass on a debate about the concept, processes, and remedies for “boredom
As you look up at me – agony etched in every fibre of my being – breathing so restricted I am suffocating with every heave of my chest – naked for all to see – to mock – to jeer – to cry – to hope – to pray – to be with me … What do you see, Paul?
Source: Because I might get bored!