This afternoon, I found my son lying on the sofa staring at the ceiling fan which was going around and around.
"Dude," I said. "What are you doing?"
"I'm bored," he replied.
"Well, go outside and find something to do."
He shook his head. "This is more interesting."
"Counting how many times the blades go around."
I made a face. "Seriously?"
"Do you want to know how to do it?"
"Sure, Bubba. How do you do it?"
He explained. "You have to be under the fan, staring up at it. Then you focus on one of the spaces between the blades. That helps you keep track of the blade, and then you just count."
That sounded thrilling.
"So, how many times has it gone around?"
He smiled. "Since I've been talking to you, eight."
Great. So, ladies and gentlemen, if you're ever bored, just park yourself under a ceiling fan, stare up at it, and start counting.