M: “It’s time to sign up for chess club.”

L: “Oh, man, seriously? Please… Not this time.”

M: “But you’re so good at it. I wish I could play like you. Why not?”

L: “If you were to eat the same thing every single day of your life, it would get boring, right? It wouldn’t be zesty anymore, right? That’s what chess feels like to me right now. It’s the same thing over and over. Can I please take a break?”

Well said. He did win his last tournament. Maybe someday…