Kai sees Daddy typing. Kai wants to type like Daddy types.
It got too dangerous to let him play with my keyboard, because I would be using it at the time. He would reach for exciting keys like Delete or Alt-Ctrl-Shutyoudown while I was about to save my third magnum opus. So we gave him a spare keyboard to play with, while we type over it onto the real keyboard.
So now when he wanders into the computer room for a typing session, he grabs his spare keyboard and gives it to me. I have to put it on the desk and pull him up onto my lap so he can type. He has learnt that fine gentlemen do not type anywhere except at the desk.
I don't even need to be there, of course. He can quite happily type away by himself, writing prolific e-mails that I should use to send to my abandoned cyber-friends.
I swear, though, that I don't look like this while I'm typing. Do I?