"Mom, I have to use the computer for homework," my ten-year-old daughter announced.
"Okay," I said. "But make sure you're not fooling around doing other things on there."
I got her set up on the computer and went off to do whatever I do. A few minutes later, I heard some funny noises coming from the office. I went in to check it out. On the computer screen were these cartoon characters. It looked like she was playing a game.
"I thought you were doing homework," I said.
"I am. It's typing homework. See, the big fat hippo tells me when I type the sentence correctly."
"You've got to be kidding."
"No. I'm learning how to use proper fingering for typing on the keyboard."
Now why couldn't I have had a big fat hippo helping me learn how to type? Oh. Because I learned to type on a typewriter, before computers were invented. That just makes me feel ancient...prehistoric even. ( Maybe my kids are right when they say I was around during the time of the dinosaurs.)