Baby Boy is obsessed with computers.
He is constantly crawling over to our desk, pulling himself up, and banging his fat little fists on the keyboard. I don’t really care if I’m not using it, but when I am trying to type something, I get all kinds of nkvfdif2039821jd3284 crap in the middle of an email.*
The other day I let him play with a (shut down) laptop for a minute, and he went crazy pounding the keys with this cute little concentrated look on his face. Then he started moving the screen up and down like he was opening and closing it. He was in heaven!
Do we have a future Steve Jobs on our hands? Oh, wait — now I sound like one of those parents who think their kid will be the next Sidney Crosby just because they once picked up a hockey stick and IT WAS THE CUTEST THING EVAAAAAH.
*It pains me to type “email” instead of “e-mail,” but a few days ago it officially changed, so I (nerdishly) have to comply. The former copy editor in me is weirded out by this, but must follow CP/AP Style. It’s going to take some practice to get used to it.