You know that line in “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” about Mom and Dad waiting for school to start. I never understood it as a child. I was one small child who kept herself amused, nose in a book. Argh! I understand now. We are so bored. Bored, bored, bored. I know there are things I could do, things I should do, but I can’t seem to keep anyone entertained for very long to do it. I let Baby D play with Colin’s GameBoy. That can’t be good! That can’t be right! We should be making bread dough ornaments as thank you gifts for all of Colin’s teachers. We should be reading aloud from the The Book of Virtures. Instead, we are sitting by the doors — all three of us — with our noses pressed against the window waiting for Brent, sick of each other.