It is raining. Again.
Mom is folding socks. Again.
I am bored. Jib is bored.
When Jib used to be bored, he used to get into trouble.
Now Jib is pretending to be a grown-up. And not get in trouble.
He is pretending to sleep.
I am a grown-up. I am pretending to sleep, too.
But I won't go to sleep all the way.
In case it stops raining.
In case Mom stops folding socks.
In case we get to go for a walk.
Or have cookies.