He's seated himself by this time, in the armchair perpendicular to his father's. It's the work of only a few moments to dig out his pad, flick rapidly through a few menus, and hold it out to show him.

Jessie is sitting up on her play rug, wholly absorbed in the process of pulling brightly colored plastic blocks out of a bucket and scattering them on the floor. The capture's an eight-second loop; at the end of it she looks up at the viewer and beams.