He pretty much figured all of the basics out on his own by clicking around. [Note to self: Time to remove nefarious bookmarks.] One day a few months ago, Brad and I were in the kitchen talking and we heard Z giggling. Went in to see what was going on. Let's just say we now have a "one-page-a-day" printing rule so we don't have to replace the toner cartridges every week.
And more recently, Brad was having some trouble finding the CD that contained a particular game that Z likes to play. Z pointed out that it was in the bottom drive. Um, right. And next thing I know he'll be asking for an Xbox, just like his dad.
And tangentially related...
The other night night while checking my work e-mail, Z was waiting patiently (that's a lie) for his turn on the computer. He was actually opening and closing all the desk drawers, playing with paper clips, highlighters, post-it notes, and a calculator, when this came out:
Zander: "Calculators you have to use later, so I'm going to put this away."
And he did.