I was walking with my nearly fifteen-year-old nephew today and complaining about the weather. We have had several unseasonably hot and humid days, more like July than early June around here, and I don't like it. "I like this weather," he told me. "It's not too hot or too cold."
"But I don't like it," I repeated. "Not at all! Where's your empathy?" Before he could answer, I continued, "Maybe you're not old enough for empathy?"
"Yeah," he said. "That must be it. My adult empathy hasn't grown in yet, and I lost my baby empathy a while ago."
"Right," I agreed. "Did you put it under your pillow so that the Empathy Fairy would bring you something?"
"Yeah, I did," he answered with an evil smile, "but she didn't bring me anything, because she didn't care either."
"That's too bad," I said, "but I think you must have her mistaken with the Apathy Fairy."
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