I'm getting used to this.
But I don't have to like it.
You would think by now that I would have learned not to leave the computer open when I walk out of the room.
Actually, I do!
The problem is that D. has learned how to open the computer. The latest attack to the computer from the little fingers looks like this:
Amelia's God Mother has just given me a wireless keyboard, so I can lay the keyboard atop this one and type away. Yet I still need to use the mouse from the laptop.
To type, I have a rig that looks like this:
I know Santa isn't going to bring me a new computer this year, but that just means that next year the computers will be faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive...well, you know the rest.