““This morning Ava snuck into my office with an announcement: “I only have a few minutes here, because I have to go to work.” “Oh, all right,” I replied. Ava’s “office” is the closet in our basement. I often see her tucked away in there with her pink toy laptop typing away for several minutes at a time. Curious, I thought I’d probe a bit. “Ava, what do you do when you work?” She thought about it for a few seconds, eyes turned upward. “Well, I . . . I do things, and . . .” She paused again. “Well . . . I don’t know. They haven’t told me yet.””
