Dig

Colin showed no signs of caring for any of the gifts until he opened the one from Aunt Inez. He gasped when he read the box and ran off with it to another room (leaving other boxes and all of the people assembled for his birthday in the living room). "Colin!" his mother called, but Inez waved her off of continuing to shout. "Leave him be," she said gently. "It's his birthday and he's finally delighted; let's celebrate THAT." Everyone smiled, but someone asked, "What was in the box?" "One of those archeological digs for kids; use the tools to go carefully and find a real fossil." "Wow," someone else said. "Who knew that would win the day." "Anyone ... all of us," Inez responded (with a smile). "Any person who's noticed that he parses his food groups and scrutinizes every pea in the pile for correct shape and color. Everyone who's seen him put his toys away in neat categories and pile them like Jenga for stability. We know why." But they didn't, and that was okay; the second present Aunt Inez gave Colin for his special day was a reminder to the adults to really see him.