I just got interrupted by a five-year old boy.
"Can we play now? It IS almost dark, can we play now, daddy?"
He knows after dark I leave my computer and do more important things. Like play with him.
"Do you want us to write a story about you, on the blog?" I ask.
"No I want to play games . . ."
"You want to play games, what kind of games?" Now he is crawling behind me on my chair, hanging over my shoulder. And he is starting to lose his patience. Not that a five-year old has much of that.
"A game on the computer, you work so long. It's night!"
"Don't you want to play, like, regular games?"
"What's that daddy?"
"Well you know, like play with a train . . ."
"Can you do that on the computer?"
" . . . I thought we'd shut the computer down."
"Nooooooo, I want to go to Cartoon Network!" He insists.
"No way, something else, how about PBS kids? You wanna do that???"