Brettism Hump Day has writers block

I probably have the only children alive who dread the warm weather.

The rule around these parts is that once it's warm enough to go outside and play, the video games disappear and the television becomes more monitored.

It's almost kind of funny, in a sad way, to watch them go through the withdrawal. In the same way that a ex-smoker might reach for their pack of cigarettes, their little fingers will twitch like they're playing the Wii. And then, after a few weeks of unrest comes a depressed resignation.

This morning as the rest of the kids were hunkered down in the living room waiting to leave for summer camp, I looked over to see that Brett wasn't among them. I called his name and he replied from the kitchen table.

"What are you doing?"

"Writing" he answers in a soft monotone.

"Writing what?"

He comes around the corner and stands in the doorway. "A list."

"Um, okay. A list of what?"

"A list of things and ideas of things to do because I'm trapped here all summer without video games or television or anything else fun to do."

"Oh yeah, what's on the list?"

"Nothing yet, all I've got is the title, I can't think of a single freaking thing to put on the list."

"What's the title?"

"I just told you. A list of things and ideas of things to do because I'm trapped here all summer without video games or television or anything else fun to do."