Now That We Know, We Have to Do Something
Human evolution requires our attention
Every week, my husband and I watch our two little granddaughters. One is almost two years old, and the other is four and a half. Last Saturday, we walked them down to the local library and playground. For some of the time, they played together outside in a giant sandbox. Hubs and I sat on the low wall that surrounds its edge, a short distance away.
After awhile, I noticed a toddler who wanted to play with our girls. He stood watching for awhile as they sat contentedly pouring sand from one container to another, oblivious to him. I looked around for his grown-up, and noticed a man about my age sitting nearby and looking at his phone. He could be the boy’s grandpa, or he could be his father. There was no associated female to help me make that call.
At one point, “grandpa” gave the boy some snacks in a cup. After awhile, the toddler dropped what looked like a tater tot into the sand, then stooped to pick it up.
“No, no. Don’t eat that,” the older man said, taking the food from the toddler’s grasp and wiping the sand off his hand. No problem there. But a minute or so later the boy dropped another tater tot, possibly deliberately, into the sand.
