“I’m afraid that we have a diagnosis on your son’s condition,” the doctor said. “Attention deficit hypnoactive disorder.”

“It’s hyperactivity?” Timmy’s mother said, clutching her purse. “Oh, I just knew that’s what it was.”

“No, no,” the doctor said. “You misunderstand. Hypnoactivity. Your son can hypnotize others and cloud their minds into doing his bidding.”

Timmy’s mother looked out through the one-way glass into the play area, where a gaggle of other children, slack-jawed and drooling, were following Timmy around and obeying his every command.

“Now that you mention it, that diagnosis makes a lot of sense,” she said. “Is there a medication or something we can put him on?”

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