The Two-Fingered Typist

So, Dad is a writer. 

And, having read some of his stuff, is a dang good one. 

His dissertation for his PhD was like seven volumes or something. It is, as far as I know, the longest dissertation on record at Purdue University. 

He has written a novel for NaNoWriMo.

He is currently writing his own commentary on the scriptures.

He writes A LOT. 

So it baffles me that he hasn't learned to type like a normal person. 

He uses two fingers.

Poke, Poke, Poke, he goes, day in, day out.

Like he's one of these: 

Silly Dad...I suppose it's fitting. I mean, he DOES write about the scriptures all day long, and I'm sure at some point, Mom will eat his head. Still...