Bored five-year-old boy, his bored four-year-old sister, and bored dad, leaning all over each other out of boredom waiting for their mom to walk through the Domestic Arrivals doors, 10:30 p.m.
Boy: Dad, when you were a kid, were gingersnaps even invented?
Dad: Yes.
Boy: Were…movies?
Dad: Yes.
Boy: Were aliens?
Dad: There’s no such things as aliens.
Boy: Yes there is! (re: his sister’s snack) That’s an alien yogurt! (sighs) I wish my birthday was tomorrow.
Girl: (hushed, dramatic) How about this? What if it was every day?
Dad: If your birthday was every day you’d be dead by now.
Boy: I wish it was every day but we never died and we never got old and we always looked awesome and we never got tired!
Pause.
Girl: Daddy I’m tired.
Dad: Let’s play the silent game.
