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My kids are used to seeing me tapping away at my computer keyboard. When they were tiny it didn’t mean much to them, but now they understand that writing is my job, and when I am on the computer, I am often working on a column. It was an amazing shift when recently the sight of me typing caused them to stop mid-shout (“Maaaa–!”), turn, and go ask their Dad for help instead. The other day, I was sitting in the den staring at my laptop’s screen when my daughter quietly walked up beside me. I had intended to begin working on this very column, but I was tired, uninspired, and had started researching heritage chicken breeds instead, because, well, that’s the kind of thing I do when I am a little grumpy and avoiding work.