It'll pass when he hits 13. He'll run away from the shackles tying him to the computer at home and live on the streets for 2 years before being picked up by the Chinese military. He'll be outsourced to Africa where he'll go AWOL and make a rich, bountiful living far away from his home setting up 6kb Dial-up networks in small African towns.
Eventually he'll remember his family, and return home only to find them gone. Vanished. With all their possessions still in place, he'll take a seat at his good ol' reliable (Mary), and start typing away in epic movie style. He'll trace his family through the massive interconnecting series of tubes that is the internet, picking up every last scrap of information, every word, every picture, every little pixel. In the Pentagon, the Kremlin, and Other government databases. He'll slowly become misguided, straying from his original pure goals. At the sight of all this secret governmental information, he will shit bricks. He'll slowly begin to realise his power and write a program to hack into all the missile guidance systems in the world and allow him to re-direct them mid flight. He'll manipulate the world's media: Newspapers, Reuters, websites to spark off World War Three.
His choice now lies in either the path of good or the path of evil. His unknown position of power (in his bedroom) over the world's ballistic and flight capability gives him ultimate control over the fate of humanity. He's doing this now, as I speak. He was a great man once, but now I fear for us all. Pray, all of you, Pray he's still the man he used to be, for your own sake if no-one else's. He controls everything you see, hear, and know, only now does he give us a glimpse of his existence, leading fools to extrapolate crackpot theories. This boy, supposedly of 9. Has control over your fate, and the fate of the world. He controls what you hear, see, and ultimately what you know. Your memories, your friends, your loves. He is Big Brother, he is God.
At least when the power's up.