|Two electronics whizzes . . . and their parents.|
For the past three days, we have been travelling across the country with a one-year-old.
It has been a wonderful, educational, exhausting time.
And I have learned something about electronics.
Yes. I said electronics.
Maybe I should explain . . .
First, a little background.
Kids now seem to have an affinity for anything ‘electronic’.
If I have any problems with my computer or anything that attaches to the wall with a plug or adapter, I hit ‘control-alt-delete’. Then shout for my son or son-in-law.
They hit a couple of keys and I’m once more off and running.
And these abilities start at a very early age.
Our four-year-old grandson watched his father type in the password for his computer, then load and play a game.
Only watched, mind you.
A few days later, his mother walked into the family room and found her son playing his father’s game.
I should mention that this is a bang-bang, shoot-shoot game, but not spectacularly gory or detailed.
“Hey!” she said. “How did you get on there?!”
The son giggled and fled.
A short time later, his mother called his father at work.
“You left your computer on!” she said.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Well, you must have! I just caught our son on your game!”
There was silence on the other end of the line. Then, “I haven’t been on the computer for days,” he said. “The computer would have long gone to sleep.”
“Well then how . . .?”
“He had to have watched me type in the password.”
“But he’s only four!”
“It’s the only explanation.”
Now, back to today . . .
Compared to our one-year-old, our four-years-old is . . . old.
And this incident, I watched.
Our one-year old grabbed her mom’s cell phone.
Flipped it over.
Switched it on.
Slid the lock.
And immediately started punching buttons, rearranging some, cancelling others.
All as fast as you could blink.
So simple, even a child could do it . . .
This Gramma needs help.
Is there a child out there?