“I was playing archaeologists!” Wendell complains.

“Only a second,” says Mom.

“Listen, sweetheart, you remember those games you played at the doctor’s?” Dad’s hands are all twisted. “They showed that your context-switching speed is… different than most kids your age.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you!” Mom says quickly.

“But–well, you were playing over there for forty minutes. Without doing anything else!” Dad frowns.

“So we’re going to try this medicine.” Mom’s anxious. “It’ll help you keep up at school, okay?”

“I have to take a pill?” says Wendell.

“Huh?” says Dad. “Oh, God, Wendell, are you still talking about that?”