Wyatt needs to run.
I can see it in the dance of his eyes.
This is potential.
This is childhood.
This is living.

Squandered.
Stifled.
Squelched.

LeapPad2,
He calls it.
Friend,
Ceasar called Brutus.

One day
He will need those experiences
The ones he's missing out on today
One day
He will need those people
The ones he's ignoring today
One day
He will need that childhood
The one he's wasting today.

Wyatt needs to run.
Wyatt needs to breathe.
Wyatt needs to live.

Run, Wyatt.
Run.