**Disclaimer: No child exploitation has taken place in the making of this post**
We all know that bringing up children is flipping hard work, right? Well sometimes, you strike gold and get one that serves an excellent purpose. My third child has become my very own personal troubleshooter and I do not know what I do without him.
The truth is, over the years, I’ve become one of those mums. You know the sort…the one who dithers at the car park ticket machine trying to work out all the buttons, the one who has to google the shortcut keys on her Apple Mac, the one who has absolutely no idea how or why the TV needs to be viewed through HD channels.
In short, I think I’m on the verge of becoming a technophobe. Something I remember berating my own mother for and the cause of much eye rolling during my teenage years.
Just this week, The Boy spent 10 minutes reading my car manual and managed to successfully do something that I’ve been trying to figure out for 6 months – how to listen to the music on my phone, through the car speakers. In addition to this, he set up his wireless headphones (how they work, I will never know) so that he could watch The Simpsons without me hearing the rude bits (sneaky).
Alright, you can stop laughing now.
We’ve kind of reached this mutual agreement you see – I pretend *cough* I can’t do things, and he sorts it for me. Yes I know it’s the child who is meant to be doing that to the parent but the result is well worth it – he feels useful and I save time. It’s working out quite nicely so far. The only trouble is….I need to work out a way to keep him here for the next 30 years. Any ideas?
PS He is available for hire. Message me for rates.