So we were at camel park (that’s not it’s real name but there’s this concrete camel in the middle of it so it’s called camel park locally) watching out lithe and graceful daughter in her pink helmet and pink converse sneakers gliding as gracefully as an Olympic ice dancer on her pink Ripstick (registered trademark skateboard-like object) and then it was time to go home. We walked past an empty oversized stroller and an unmanned child-sized walker and we looked up to see a perky happy physical therapist sitting on the ground waving her arms and stretching her legs in front of the preschooler sitting facing her, barely moving, on the asphalt. On the nearest bench the mother of the child watched carefully.