Visited my four year old nephew this evening, but while I was there he was sent up to clean his room.
I took the opportunity to converse with the adults while fixing a laptop computer so that Flash would work with Firefox.
My nephew snuck downstairs and motioned me over covertly so he could whisper in my ear: “When I get done, you need to come upstairs and play with me, not working on my dad’s laptop doing something you find interesting…”