Corwin has to type up a report for school, so Mom set him down in front of her laptop in the kitchen, and then wandered in to my office to disrupt my work with the news that Corwin types using only one finger. Mom tried to convince to at least go with one finger on each hand, but to no avail. Mom suggested that perhaps she could get him a program to teach him typing, which Corwin heard as “a program that types for me” much to his nearly immediately dismay. I mentioned to Mom that we might get him a speech to text program in that vein, but really he doesn’t do so well at talking either.