Then you download some software, install and off you go on your way to learning how to code python for yourself.
So, Youngest (who is autistic) asked me to help set it up. Hmm, I said, maybe you should take it into your computer teacher...
Youngest gave me a disdainful look, suspecting mother's computing skills might have reached the limit of their usefulness for their nefarious needs...
This morning, Youngest wanders downstairs to my office wearing the same clothes he had on yesterday.
"Did you sleep in those?" I ask.
"I was too tired to get undressed. But come and look what I've done..."
It turns out Youngest had decided not to go to bed after all. Instead they'd got up and figured the Raspberry Pi out, downloaded the software, followed some instructions in a magazine and installed it all.
The child has overtaken the master....
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| Yes, it's scary.. |
