So I’m working at the dinner table since the soul of my iMac is somewhere lose in the ether and its body is sitting motionless at my real desk. I’m working on my laptop yesterday morning and the girl pictured left crawls up into the chair beside me in her pajamas and starts playing with the piece of the power cord that plugs into the wall when you don’t want a longer cord and a three-prong and with an ear-mouth piece that plugs into a phone to make it hands free.

Her whispering doesn’t register in my mind. I leave the table to do something and return, realizing I need to make sure she gets dressed. So I tell her it is time to use the potty.

She looks at the hardware in front of her and says to them, “I’ll be right back.”