One evening, not too long ago, I was sitting in my easy chair checking my email. My angel of a son Hunter came over to sit on his daddy's lap. Hunter is fascinated with computers, television remote controls, and cell phones so I decided to let him sit on my lap and watch me check my email. Now, before I go any further with this story let me warn you that things are going downhill.
Hunter wants to push buttons on the keyboard. Since he has already broken a button on our last computer, I decided that this is not a good idea. Hunter--being the persistent little fellow that he is--continues his efforts. I decide to let him play with the remote control of the television. I also move the computer off my lap onto a nearby foot stool so that I can keep it a safe distance from Hunter.
Don't get ahead of me--I already know what you're thinking and . . . no, the computer does not fall off of the footstool.
Anyway, Hunter is not happy that I won't let him pound his little fists into the keyboard, and the remote control was not a suitable substitute. Therefore, he throws the remote control with remarkable accuracy into the monitor of my laptop. As soon as the remote control strikes the monitor, the screen shoots off an amazing array of colors before crapping out. As my laptop (which if you read back a few posts you will learn was relatively new) was taking its last breathe . . . about to go to computer heaven . . . Hunter looked at me with a smile.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
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