Poor little Bobby, heâs so bored.
He doesnât know what to do so he goes to complain to his mother.
âMomâ he whines, âIâm so bored, thereâs nothing to doâ.
âWhy donât you play with Billy next door?â
âI hate him, he never wants to do what I like to doâ replies Bobby.
âWell, how about calling on Doreen?â
âNo way!â says Bobby, âShe always wants to play house, and thatâs for girls!â
âMaybe youâd like to ride your new bicycleâ says his mother. âYou hardly ever use itâ.
âNo, I hate the color, I wouldnât be seen dead riding that ugly thing!â Bobby protests.
âI knowâ she says, âwhat say you practice playing the new grand piano your father and I bought you last week?â
âAre you kidding? That thing is a piece of junk! How do you expect me to even want to touch the keys? You and Dad wasted your money on that!â
âWell Honey, Iâm stumped. I donât know what to tell youâ says Bobbyâs mother.
âWait a minute, I have a great idea Bobbyâ
âWhatâs that mom?â
âWhy donât you help me wash these dishes?â
âSorry Momâ ...