Here at our house, we love our computers.
Our nephew is a few months shy of being 2. His vocabulary consists of mostly animal sounds (though it took a burst just the other day. Now he spouts off words like “kookaburra” and “carob”). And he has a laptop. Just like his beloved aunties. Only his is pink and is accompanied by the lively, slightly irritating voice of Dora the Explorer. mime wishes her laptop looked like that, don’t you mime?
My nephew loves my computer too. Because of Partly Cloudy (which I have watched so many times I could recite it. Despite the fact that it doesn’t have words). He walks into my room saying “Bir, bir?” Which means, “I am here to watch Partly Cloudy on your computer whether you feel like it or not so you should turn it on now and we will enjoy ourselves immensely together.” I’ve tried convincing him I’d rather write. It doesn’t work.
I pretty sure he thinks that I sit on my computer and watch Partly Cloudy. All. Day. Long.
You try getting two huge blue eyes staring you down and saying, “I’m writing a soon-to-be-international-best-seller, so no, I’m not watching that Pixar short again.”
Like I said earlier, I can quote Partly Cloudy.