Small Print

We open the box and look down at the child,‭ ‬moist and naked,‭ ‬blinking,‭ ‬hunched in its sealed jar.‭ ‬Hair shade‭ ‬4,‭ ‬Summer Honey,‭ ‬and eye colour‭ ‬6,‭ ‬Warm Mocha‭ ‬-‭ ‬as we ordered.

His habit of squatting down with his thin,‭ ‬pale arms wrapped around his knees,‭ ‬eyes large and head bent awkwardly to one side,‭ ‬soon begins to grate.‭ ‬It’s irritating enough that he flinches when spoken to,‭ ‬but this obvious physical peculiarity simply embarrasses us.

When we take him back to the showroom,‭ ‬the salesman shrugs,‭ ‬and directs us to the jar’s label:‭ “‬Contents may settle in transit.‭”