More important than being deprived of the gift of boredom ("Boredom," I read on a Bazooka Bubblegum wrapper centuries ago as a child, was "an insult to oneself"...) is being deprived of the gift of daydreaming.

Kids need lots of daydreams. And so do we. I'm envious of painters who sit a long time by a scene painting it. A close friend told me that Renoir and Monet used to sit side by side on the Seine painting... How gloriously wonderful to have to (by occupation) sit in one place outdoors and do your work.

There's a bunch of overscheduled parents to work into that Newsweek equation, too.