The greenish glow from the cabin lights barely illuminate her small face as she sits in her plush car seat. Her head is bent forward, framed by her long blond locks. She doesn’t make a peep as she stares intently at the small rectangular tablet that she holds in her chubby grasp. On the smooth, flat surface, no bigger than her open hand, puppets dance; Elmo, then Zoe, then Big Bird, all three going around and around on tricycles.
To my eyes the scene looks uncannily futuristic. I stare at her and I can’t help but wonder what the original founders of Sesame Street would think of this scene; a little girl, sitting on an airplane, holding a wireless device smaller than a slice of toast, watching their beloved character do something countless generations of children have enjoyed.
We’re living in the future and we haven’t even noticed.