While watching the supermoon lunar eclipse, my daughter said, "This is the coolest night in my life." Later when I coaxed my kids outside a second time to see its progress, she stood on the sidewalk for a moment and said, "Okay, I see it. Can I go in now?"
Oh, how quickly we bore.
I'm guilty too. My nightstand is stacked with phenomenal books--The Things They Carried, The Clothes on Their Backs, I am Malala--but can't seem to peel my eyes from reruns of Futurama.