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  • He was lying on his back on a skateboard, pushing off from the cement with his feet.

    Well, I said. You lie on your back on a skateboard and push off from the cement with your feet.

    No. He said. How do you do this?

    You do exactly what you’re doing. I could tell I was missing something.

    No! He touched the skateboard near his head, adjusted his position. He floated along the patio on his back.

    Can you see the board? He asked.

    Yes. I said.

    He scooted his body upward along the board.

    Like they do in the fair.

    What fair? I had no idea what he was talking about.

    His sigh was heavy with his five omniscient years in the perplexing shadow of those who don’t understand, the rigid rule makers.

    He pushed back and forth with his feet, an erratic boy cloud.

    I like Problem Child, he said, referring to the 80’s movie he’d seen in bits and pieces.

    Oh, I said.

    The clown says, See the giraffe? And the other guy says, Do you see the fist? And he hits the clown in the face.

    Oh, I repeated. He floated back to my feet.

    After a while I asked him. What are you trying to do?

    And it was his big brother, I should have known.

    Jakob said he could crawl on his back.
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