Today I set Molly up with a new keyboard and mouse for her MacBook at the little desk in her room. She said the liked the mouse and then started typing on the keyboard. It was a little “clickier” that what she was used to.

Her face immediately lit up, and she rolled out a pretty great joke…

“Hey, Dad. What do I sound like?” she said as she clicked continually on the new, loud keyboard.

“I don’t know. A kid typing?” I said.

“No,” she said. “Any school nurse!” She giggled.

“Hey, Dad. Go outside and come back in,” she said, gesturing towards the door.

I left the room and came back in. Molly greeted me as a nurse. “What is bothering you today, honey?” she said as she continued to type loudly, still staring at the screen. I told her I had scraped my knee.

“Okay, let me see what we can do about that”. Molly opened her web browser to type something in.

Then she whispered to me, “Dad, look what I’m searching.”

She had typed in the Google search field, “what is a nurse?” 🤦🏻‍♂️😂

Good one, Molly. 👍