Setting: The Breakfast Table
Caroline: Daddy, do farmers have computers?
Daddy: Well, they do now.
Caroline: Oh, so they used to just have wooden ones, and they'd pretend the pictures were moving?
[Yes, and I wonder whether their neighbors would all gather to help them build these wooden computers? Like a barnraisin'? Followed by a hoedown and maybe a spell of high-jinks cornshuckin'?
Those winter nights. They could sure get dull.]