what else do you have to do

what else do you have to do? She asks me. She is young. This is probably why she feels I am a slug. A sloth who holds down a recliner. A do-nothing who does nothing. I could build a swing set I tell her. Could swim a mile. Could enter a dance contest. Could build a bridge. Could plant a garden. Could travel to London. She nods, barely listening. Maybe not listening at all. I can hardly wait to return home and sit in my chair.