If you want to understand the modern parenting landscape, try telling an eight-year-old you want to publish their art.

It started innocently enough. I recently set up an old, chunky PC running Ubuntu Linux and LibreOffice for my daughter. I wanted her to have a machine dedicated purely to creation—no browser, no dopamine-scrolling, just a keyboard and a blank page. To my delight, she immediately started typing up haikus and laying out her own investigative newsletter.

I was so proud, I asked if I could share her work on a new project I was building.