Captain Knuckle wanders in, hands in pockets, slouching like only a teenaged boy who is bored on Sunday evening can be.
Me: Hey, son. How are you?
Son: Good. Sort of. (Which interpreted means: I won't let him play Medal of Honor on the Wii right now so he is moping around hoping I will change my mind.)
Me: Oh. Are you bored?
Son: Yes. Wait - NO! I am definitely not bored.
See, he has learned that when he tells me he is bored, I have a list of about 10 things he can do to get "un-bored" in a hurry. This list includes things like doing laundry, cleaning the litter box, scrubbing walls, etc., etc. I think you get the idea.
He is such a smart boy. It only took him 13 1/2 years to figure out to never tell Mom that he is bored. I can always find more productive ways to spend his time if he isn't careful.
Like emptying the dishwasher.