Saturday, February 23, 2013

Bored!

Raya Hendrickson had a closet full of toys. She had a case full of books. She had shelves full of CDs, computer games and DVDs. She had a garage full of outdoor toys. She even had a swingset  in her backyard. Yet, despite all of this Raya was always bored.

"I have nothing to do!" she whined constantly.

"Why don't you play with your Barbies?" suggested Mommy.

"I'm bored of that!" exclaimed Raya.

"How about reading a book?" Daddy suggested.

"Bored!" said Raya.

"You haven't colored in your coloring books for a while." said Mommy.

"Boring!" said Raya.

"Go outside, and ride your bike." suggested Daddy."It's a beautiful day."

"BOR -- ING." said Raya dragging out the word.

Mommy and Daddy kept offering suggestions. Every time they made a suggestion, Raya would shake her head "Bored of that. Bored of that. Bored of that." Raya repeated again and again and again until Mommy and Daddy thought they would never get those words out of their heads.

The next morning was sunny and bright. Raya bounced out of bed excitedly. She thought that it was unusal that she didn't hear any sound coming from the kitchen. She didn't smell any food either. That was really odd.

She went downstairs, but the kitchen was empty. "Mommy! Daddy!" Raya called. She was  getting a little bit scared. She went in the other room still calling out to her parents and found them sitting on the couch in their pajamas. That was unusual, but it was Saturday. Maybe, they were going to have a pajama day. Raya loved pajama days. They still ate breakfast on pajama days though so Raya didn't know what was going on.

Raya smiled and sat down on the couch between Mommy and Daddy. "Good morning." she said cheerfully glad to have found them."When is breakfast?" she asked. "I am really hungry." She looked eagerly at her mother.

"Oh." said Mommy. "I'm not making breakfast today."

"You're not?" asked Raya in surprise.

"Oh no." replied Mommy. "I'm bored with that."

Raya turned to her father. At least he was still being reasonable she told herself. "Daddy!",  she said smiling at him.  "Are you making breakast?" she asked hopefully. 

Daddy shook his head, "No." he said. "I'm bored with that too. " he replied

"But you can't get bored with breakfast. " Raya insisted to both her parents. "We have to eat!"

"But we ate yesterday." said Daddy.

"And the day before." said Mommy.

"We're bored with that." they said together.

"But you can't get bored of breakfast." insisted Raya. "Besides," she reminded them "It's not like we eat the same thing for breakfast every day."

"If you can be bored with a closet of full of toys, a case full of books, shelves full of CDs and computer games and videos, as well as a garage full of outdoor toys and a swing set. So many things that you cannot possibly use of all of them in one day.We can certainly be bored of breakfast. I mean we eat it every day." they replied.

"Oh." said Raya finally understanding what this was all about. "Your're not really bored of breakfast, are you?" she asked both of her parents.

"We are only bored when we choose to be bored." said Mommy. It was something that Raya had heard her say a million times before, but never really listened to.

 "And what is really boring is hearing you say a hundred times a day how bored you are." added  Daddy.

"I'm sorry, Mommy. I'm sorry Daddy." said Raya and at that moment she genuinely was. However, she didn't think that it was possible for her to not ever be bored again. 

"We are not saying that you are never going to bored again." said Mommy as if reading Raya's mind.

"But you need to try harder not to be bored so much." said Daddy, "Frankly, your being bored is boring us." said Daddy.

"Okay, Daddy." agreed Raya. "Can we eat breakfast now? Please!"

Mommy nodded. "We're hungry too." she said heading into the kitchen, Raya and Daddy followed.

Raya sat down at the table. Mommy started making breakfast. Daddy was looking at the newspaper. Before, she knew it Raya was bored again, but this time she decided to keep it to herself.

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