Yesterday Buster went to work with me for a couple hours because I had to be at work and he had to be off the streets until Mommy could collect him.
He brought the Kindle Fire with him so (in theory) he could play games while I worked. We’ve had some trouble with this theory in the past: he would try to play games he didn’t understand. This led to frustration, loud whining, and tears. This is not a good result for a usually quiet office setting, even when the loud whining was coming from him and not me.
Yesterday, the theory played out well. He’s getting better at figuring out games. More importantly, he’s getting better at figuring out which games he shouldn’t attempt to play until his skills are more accomplished: learning to read instructions, for example.
Everything went as well as could be expected, except he wouldn’t eat his muffin because he was too busy understanding how to play games. The important point is that he was not disruptive for big chunks of minutes at a time.
He played, quiet and happy, until he attempted a game requiring internet access. We have Wi-Fi at work, so I took his Fire from him to set up the connection. That’s when it hit me that I don’t know much about how to work a Kindle. I’m used to the iPad; the boys are the only ones who use the Kindle. I swiped and swiped but could not figure out how to find the Settings menu.
“I’m sorry,” I told him. “I can’t find Settings to connect you to the Internet.”
Instead of being disappointed and whining, my little boy who doesn’t know how to read said, “Maybe you should type in Settings.
Well, I’ll be damned if there weren’t a search field beckoning from across the top of the screen. Before I made it past the second t in Settings, the little gear icon popped right up. A few seconds later, Buster was playing his Wi-Fi enabled game.
No doubt, he was thinking how dim the old people are. That he wasn’t saying it out loud only shows what good manners his parents have instilled in him.
I, too, was thinking how dim old people are, specifically, me. I was also thinking about how disappointing it must be for him to discover how old and dim his dad can be.
Mommy came to get Buster and I went on with my work. I took consolation that I do my work with, and for, other old people; consequently they wouldn’t be bright enough to judge from it how dim I am.
Later, my wife sent me an email with the following attachment.
And this text:
Mom: That’s a great picture. Who is it?
Buster: It’s Daddy, awesome Daddy.
Old, dim, and awesome. I guess I’ll take it.
I’ll take an “awesome” any day! Also, are you vomiting in the picture or is that just a really slinky-esque torso?
I can make it jiggle.
what on earth is a kindle anyway? lol
Something that doesn’t have a plainly visible settings menu. Maybe you’re supposed to start fires with it.
oh………..okay, I like bonfires. lol
Oh, Scott, this is just too adorable! I laughed out loud a few times. Admit it, these kids today have it over us oldies when it comes to the computer. How cute your little boy told you how to find instructions to connect to the internet. LOL Just precious. And the picture? What an artist!! Awesome is right!!! LOL ❤
He’s an artist, philosopher, and logician all at once. At this rate, they won’t need me for anything much longer.
Oh yes they will. They need you to keep putting food in their tummies. Yep, true! 🙂
Well, that’s one thing.
And your hugs and kisses ….. those count too ….
How nice of you to not let Buster roam the streets and to learn from your kiddo. Now because of him you’re not quite as dim. In fact you’re awesome.
I owe him a lot.
Just don’t tell him that!
Our little secret.
You look good there 🙂
He caught my best side.
Whats’ a boogie board? I thought that is something you surf with…I dimmer than you.