Pictures help me think. And I've never found a technology approach to pictures that can better grabbing a pen and drawing. Even better, grabbing a dry-wipe marker and drawing on a big canvas. So... I bought a whiteboard. And have been using it all week... should have done it years ago.
But... Abby is jealous. And my thinking turned to the value of a whiteboard in her bedroom, how much easier it would be to explain things to her, how it might help her focus on the ludicrously competitive entrance tests she's going to have to take in September if she's to stand a chance of getting into one of Sutton's ludicrously oversubscribed grammar schools. So I bought one for her too.
But hers is bigger. Much bigger. And now... I'm jealous!