Sharing Saturday
I've been walking around with my 14-year-old son's non-working iPod Shuffle in my jacket pocket for a few weeks now. On the back, he had it lovingly engraved – "Agent 0.2." This is his moniker, the image he likes to project to the world. In his mind, he's Secret Spy Agent Washington Wizard Gilbert Arenas. In reality, he's a teenager who is trying on different skins until he finds the one that fits. Unfortunately, that particular shopping expedition requires a lot of unwise decisions along the way. He is currently grounded for an array of things -- fun times in our house.
I rub the Shuffle between my fingers. I’ve kept it there ever since I brought it into the Apple store to find out that it is dead, irredeemable, might as well buy another. But it reminds me of my son about a year ago, when he was eagerly saving up for this big purchase.