The upstairs guest computer, now that it’s a happy, useful, Mac Mini instead of an old, pokey PC, primarily gets used for two things.
1) Burning CDs of stuff I’ve gotten from the iTunes Music Store.
2) Playing the Beach Boys and the Moose for Penny.
This weekend, I downloaded a basic drawing/painting program more or less at random, got it set up, put Penny on my lap, and got her hand on the mouse.
"Look, sweetie, you can draw on the computer. See the drawing?"
I held the mouse button down (the Apple mice where the whole front of the mouse is a button is sort of nice for Penny, although most of the time she still wants to push down on the back half of the mouse, naturally) and dragged it around the screen.
That didn’t seem to interest her too much, she just gave me a sort of bewildered look. I switched it so the cursor was now a scintillating rainbow color, and dragged that around the screen. Penny’s eyes lit up.
"Well… yeah, sweetie, it’s like painting."
At that, the little scamp leaned forward and smacked her hands on the monitor, trying to get the paint on her hands.