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Benjamin is turning out – at least in my mind – to be a whiz on the computer. Kid is only 2y3m and for quite some time now he has been mousing, clicking, dragging/dropping, and clicking on desired icons and bookmarks.

Of course, before we start looking up the number for the gifted-child school, it’s worth noting and recalling the prodigious amount of wet, blue Play-Dough that oozed from his nose when we went swimming the other day.

One step forward, one step back, eh?

So, yesterday morning: I’m all packed up with my computer and backpack, just about to walk out the door to work at my friend Denny’s office.

[ Can't really work at the house, too many bodies around, including: Annie, the two kids Becca (4y7m) and Benjamin (2y3m), Annie's 16yo daughter Jang, Jang's 18yo husband Man , Annie's 17yo son James, and the usual assortment of friends and neighbors who descend upon our place to eat, chat, hang-out, and nap. ]

I’m wearing my usual outfit except that since it was Saturday and Denny’s staff would probably only work a half-day, I’ve selected a clean, ironed NY Yankees T-shirt, instead of one of my usual work-week, button-down, short-sleeved plaid-print shirts.

I give the kids a kiss goodbye and as I’m walking out the door, in an suspicious, accusatory tone, Becca asks me, “Where are you going?”.

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