When I was a kid, we’d play war (as most little boys did, by law), I could do machine gun noises (as most little boys could, by law) but I couldn’t make proper explosion noises - So my best friend, when he saw me launch invisible grenades, would wait for a few seconds and then do the explosion noise for me.
Best friends don’t let best friends throw silent grenades.
I was at Books-a-Million yesterday with Maddy, we were looking at the kids books when I overheard this little boy says to his mum “I can’t remember which one’s Bert and which one’s Ernie”, and his mum was there with a plush toy of each and she was trying to work it out. So I told them Ernie’s an orange and Bert’s a banana. The boy said “oh, yeah!” - and I told him if he couldn’t remember that, just say “Hey, Bert!” and it’ll be in Ernie’s voice, anyway :)
I do not, nor will I ever understand how someone can be "bored". We all live under the shadow of a ticking clock - How could one possibly stop thinking / creating / learning?!
It’s been said before, and some may find offence - But it’s true. Only boring people get bored. I need another six or seven hours in the day to get the things I want done. Every waking minute I’m either making something, thinking about the next thing I’m going to make or just ENJOYING life.