SIT STILL

We were certain this was going to work, certain he would love it. We gave him a small screen, one that fit perfectly in his tiny little boy hands. We hoped the images, smaller, more controllable, clutched in his fingers, would appease him. They did not. He sucked on the device for a moment, made a sour face, then began to smash it, just like every other one. Then he banged on the walls, just like always. What’s wrong with him, we wondered? We took him to several doctors but the news was always the same, always bad. He refuses to sit still and stare at a screen and probably always will. Meaning, few job prospects, no career opportunity, middling grades, no followers. He will probably always be dependent upon us.