Can you play with us?

Jack asks.  I tell him in a bit then he sells further, stating I can work up here.  Then, he changes his mind saying how bored he is.  Going to play more games—  no, watch a movie— no, just bored.  Emma plays with cars and toys and has more of her imagined conversations.

Jack sits next to me, reading what I wrote above.  I just laugh, how amusing they are, and how easy then impossible they are to be amused.