I saw this, this morning: a little girl in her front driveway, with her father, waiting for the school bus.

The problem: the father, sitting on a garden bench — absorbed and staring into the screen of his lap top! The little girl? She was off, standing by herself, about 10 feet away.

I wanted to say, “Spend time with your daughter! Don’t you know how soon she’ll be gone?”

But I didn’t say that.

Which is a good thing. I guess.