I’m sitting in my rocking chair while my little guy is playing blocks. He seems content with his toys so like a ninja I pull my laptop out. Not five seconds later he is clawing at my leg, crying for the “pootah, pootah!” That’s “computer” in case you don’t speak toddler.
Does this sound at all familiar to you? Mommy’s attempt to get a little bit of work done goes awry when the babe notices your computer. Mission is compromised. Story of my life! Finally, I had to buckle down and learn some new stealth tactics.