A Cautionary Tale



There once was a teenager that kept rolling its eyes at its parents. It rolled them at how its father dressed. It rolled them at the music its mother listened to. It especially rolled them at dinner choices that were not pasta or fried, invitations to do things that were not streaming video content in its room, and comments about Billie Eilish’s new look. Being inflicted with two Gen-X parents, the teenager had ample opportunity for eyes-rolling. It got so good at it that one day the eyes stuck back there. Really stuck. Forever. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.