The other weekend, we took the kids to a farm in Connecticut where they fed animals and climbed haystacks. As a New York City family, these are the requisite October rituals: Drive far away from the concrete, the Gray's Papayas and the honking to see animals, pick apples and inhale the glorious air. Buy a pumpkin. Head home.
Like any mom with Facebook and Instagram accounts, I posted pictures. One was of my 9-year-old daughter feeding a goat, tentative but serene, her hand reaching over the fence holding hay, her cheeks rosy from the crisp air. The caption read "And for a few moments, she is not on the iPad."