Scene: Morning before work and Summer Camp Drop-Off. John is brushing his teeth in the bathroom. The Child enters.
TC: "Hey, John, did you do something to my mobile device?"
J: (points to toothbrush in his mouth).
TC: "Did you do something so I can't look at YouTube?"
J: (around toothbrush): "Uh-huh."
TC: "How did you do that?"
J: (Lets go of toothbrush long enough to make a mystic flourish in front of himself, goes back to brushing teeth.)
TC: "I know it wasn't magic. C'mon. Whaddya do? Did you configure my device?"
J (around toothbrush): "Nuh-uh." (finishes brushing, rinses out mouth)
TC: "How? Did you turn off the Internet? It couldn't get to it on the computer, too."
J: "Well, think. (Channeling his inner Sir Bedivere before the witch-burning peasants.) How does information from the Internet get into our house?"
TC: "I don't know. You're the I.T. Guy."
J: "YouTube starts out on the Internet and the data . . . "
TC: "You turned off the router?"
J: "The router's like a gateway into our house. I configured it to only allow YouTube after 6:30 PM."
TC: "You used parental controls?"
J: (Recalling the annoying user interface that wouldn't just give him tables to edit.) "That's what they call it."
TC: "Why did you do that?"
J: "Well, Mark and I had several discussions where we asked you to limit the amount of time you spend on YouTube, and you didn't. So I configured the router, no further discussion needed." (Secretly wishing for a Ming the Merciless outfit so he can follow up with a long round of "Mwha-ha-ha-ha-haaah!")
TC: "..."
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