It turns out that Mommy’s computer broke not too long ago and instead of asking me for help, Daddy tried to fix it himself. Naturally that wasn’t working too well so they finally called me in to give my opinion and figure out what was going wrong. Dorks.
Eating the desk somehow doesn’t seem like the solution:)
I think it was indirectly helpful. Kept the squirming around in my lap down to a minimum.