Listen To My Face
Last night Brady sat on my lap here at my desk, watching Kyle play a game on ABCMouse.com. They were taking turns, and Brady, who usually has a hard time doing that, was behaving very well. Then he put his fingers over the keyboard and pantomimed typing, making a “ticka ticka ticka” noise.
I instinctively moved to block him from the keyboard, knowing too well how a young child can fry a computer with a few clicks. But then I realized he wasn’t actually pressing down and I said “Are you pretending?”
He nodded. “I’m being a mom!”