Ennui

Saturday I was driving Siobhan and her woman around so they could see some apartments. Siobhan was sitting in the back with John. John had been in and out of the car and he was acting a bit tired of riding. Not crying or screaming or anything, just tired of and resigned to his situation.

"Oh my God," Siobhan said from the back seat, "John just took his pacifier out of his mouth, sighed, and then put it back in."

"He's filled with ennui," I told her.