Everyone Diagnoses Children

Obviously it is apparent he said. Vitally clear. Plain to see. What is? I asked him. That child is emotionally disturbed, he announced. I was shocked, walking away quickly. I am not qualified to diagnose And yet he is? And with confidence. Who? You ask. Bag boy at the grocery store. Sixteen knows everything though. I had almost forgotten that. I smiled, remembering, turned and waved. But he was in the throes of diagnosing another child.