last night i said i would babysit your foster child while you went to band practice. he is three months old and no matter how i held him, he would go rigid and make tiny fists and scream. he only wanted to look at the television, he would strain his head towards the light, would cry frantically and arch his back when i tried to lay down with him in a quiet room and sing him songs.

i guessed that he was probly exposed to crack in utero and i was right.