Friday night, Mr. Grey attacked Mrs. TKD’s computer. I’m not entirely sure what happened, but the display is pretty much hosed. There’s no blue, just reds & greens. While I could probably have found a way to repair it at a marginal cost, the truth is that I’ve wanted to upgrade Mrs. TKD’s computer for quite some time. A second truth is that even at a marginal cost, fixing the computer would likely involve dumping more money into it than the thing was worth.
So, I’m typing this post from Mrs. TKD’s shiny new MacBook Pro.
It’s hard not to be angry with the boy. He did, after all, destroy a perfectly functional computer. And it’s not the first time that he’s jacked up an expensive items in the house. One time when he was just over 3, I came home to find the television face down in the middle of the living room floor. It too, only showed reds and greens on its screen.
He ripped keys off the keyboard of Mrs. TKD’s computer on several occasions. I actually replaced the keyboard on that computer at least three times. And in the past few months he’s destroyed the nib on my Bamboo stylus that I use with the iPad twice.
I’d like to think this is all some big metaphor for how technology is ruling the roost and that my son is raging against the technological machine, but I know better.
He’s just a boy, with a lot of energy.
Last night, he stayed over at his Grandma’s house. She sent me a text after he went to sleep. It read:
Daddy always makes me feel safe. Mr. Grey to Ma. I told him I’d keep him safe too. He’s asleep now.
And that’s why I can’t be angry with him about killing the computer, the TV or any other expensive item in the house.