A three--year--old girl...
A three--year--old girl became separated from her mother at a department store and spotted what appeared to be an endless row of toys. At first she ran, taking in on one swoop everything from the dolls through the bicycles. She rounded a corner and immediately found herself staring at more television sets than she knew existed. She studied the knobs, the molding on the cabinets, her own reflection in the immense screens. Suddenly she thought, "Mommy!" She looked about. No mommy. Eyes widening, she ran the length of the TV display, rounded another corner, and bashed into a pair of aging knees.