Tobias has just started really digging books. Of course he makes the odd attempt to injest them solely to retain membership in his age group, but I feel certain it's a much deeper connection for him.
Here he is perusing the Portland Japanese culture paper while we were waiting for seats at a Kaiten-zushi place over on the east side. That's the kind of sushi restaurant where the food goes around on a little conveyer belt and the plates are colored according to price. The chefs stand in the middle of this and between you and them is an endless stream of yummyness. Toby appreciates the poetry of movement and was thus lost in thought as he surveyed the (future) options. In other words, he completely zoned, watching chopped fishies go by... and by... and by.