Neither of my daughters really like me being on the computer.Briar tolerates it if we are sharing the monitor, she on the right with her Little Einsteins or crazy obscene frog video (more on the frog thing another time) and me with a smidgen of window on the other side. I slide the keyboard to the right so that I can use it without her hitting the buttons to crank the volume. Alas, she has devised a new and exasperating (yet endearing) way to get me to abandon work at the computer. She slips between my arms as I type. I lift my arm and try to give her more space, my wrists nearly touching as I close the gap. She zips in again,…