Well, my friends…the very WORST has happened.
I should have seen it coming.
I knew it was inevitable.
And yet, here I sit feeling ambushed and violated.
Georgia has learned to use the mouse.
She has even discovered that the little spinny wheel thing in the middle
makes the screen go up and down.
She could sit and look at pictures, or words,
or not look at pictures…or words for hours.
Oh, what a thrill.
It sounds a little like this:
“Mine, Mum! My turn! Want see pishurrs!
YAY, PISHURRS!
No, Mum! Don’t touch! Mine!”
I am no longer granted access to the computer unless she is otherwise engaged or sleeping.
Of course, I am required to provide the comforts of my lap and frequent comments and pleasantries to Her Majesty as long as she wishes to be looking or not looking at pictures-
and/or words-
…for hours.
But, I must not challenge her for creative control…otherwise…
well, things could get ugly.
It’s going to be a long life.
