Feeding the young mind
"You are on mute, Dad. Now you need to switch your camera on. You can see them, but they can’t see you,” the boy muttered, his tone a mix of despair and pity.
Charlie and I sat side by side on the sofa in the study, my laptop balanced on my knees. He reached over and mouse-clicked a few buttons. All of a sudden, voices could be heard and faces flickered into view on my screen as connection, via the medium of Zoom, was made with the team at Skinner’s.
Video conferencing is a quirky novelty for me. For my son, it is the stuff
