These two siblings were playing in a puddle after a summer afternoon rain shower. They’d found some fallen leaves and fashioned them into boats while their parents were busy teaching a class about Aztec dance. Which seems like a better way to grow up: heads buried in their Silicon Valley-lifestyle electronic devices? Or being forced to make do with what you got, oftentimes due to the limitations of poverty? I honestly do not know the answer to this question. But this one and questions like it do (or should) come to mind often.