Children often are natural acrobats, my own childhood among the exceptions, and as I went to fetch the paper and followed one of the fathers in our building down the stairs I could see a splayed pair of lower legs. Someone's still asleep, but is going places. Over the many years I have been in this building the children have been relatively recent.

Going through the little door-style opening to the parking, another development I witnessed, I went to check on the cars and observed a Lunchables outer container on the ground.

More litter also has come with the demographic, and I saw the plastic try for the Lunchables behind a Ford SUV which is kept clean, used for storage, and hasn't moved for months.

The Sunday New York Times is a some weeks purchase for me and I admit there are large parts of it I don't read, though I don't throw these parts down. The magazine therein is one I look at. Often there are sociological stories, often freezing one in import; there are essays, and puff pieces. The latter are about how pensive, kinetic, and various other "ready for my portrait" posing an entertainment figure can be.

Sarah would have shaken her head; recently on a Sunday night I was reading about a "rap" figure, I don't remember who which is pretty standard tariff for the genre and me, and the usual story elements lined up: getting heard, selling product out of shopping carts or something like, and the entourage.

The subject didn't seem to be a drink or other intoxicant user, and one backstage antic woke me a little from the last-mile-home haze of an article that wasn't making much of a point. Mr. Rapper threw a backstage tray of Lunchables against the wall.

There's an image from grade school, a trope from vague remembrance, of the grade school kid who manages to get a little outside the textbook work in: something out of a newspaper, an example of something one is too young to find appalling or throw out. They get to cross this off the assignment list and it's off to watch television and maybe enjoy the squirming of those who forgot the assignment.

I recall, as one of these grade schoolers, reading in a news magazine a horrible joke a grand wizard made at a rally and thinking, "[Those certain people] who lord it over us with their bright and bushy tailed on top of current events manner, I wish there was some way to use this in class like they would."

Now my eyes dart away and I think of big mouths I'd love to stuff with mortar. I might have to get past the snack food, come to think of it.