I look out the window and see a mother in her sari walking at dusk with her little son who is chattering away as she focuses all of her attention on a conversation with her red cell phone, ignoring her son who stops repeatedly to pick up bugs and put them in his jar.
I am walking in the neighborhood and I see a morbidly obese man who can hardly move stopping to say to his little son, “You found a worm? You found a worm? Good job!”
Further along I see a skinny father racing ahead of his two kids to the door.
“What’s wrong? You can’t think and walk at the same time?”
“Yeah, we can think,” but they don’t speed up either. I think they are walking imperceptibly slower.