The other day I asked Daniel to straighten out the tangle of chords that threatened to take over the living room. The DSL line, the phone line, the extra length of the phone line, the lamp, the……
And in typical Daniel fashion, he attacked the task with gusto. “Here ya go, mom!” he announced later with his charming smile.
I came over and glanced downed. I decided to sit down….I could feel some mild vertigo coming on.
I have no idea how he did it but the tangle of chords had morphed into an even bigger tangle. Chords were hobbled together with rubber bands and other chords. Red, yellow and green rubber bands festooned the pile like a bizarre Christmas decoration. Throw in a few blinking lights and there you have it, I thought.
I picked up one of the more nasty looking knots to try to understand what he had down. Okay….here was the DSL line with the phone line. I think. And instead of wrapping ONE rubber band around a ONE neatly folded cord, he had strung THREE rubber bands intertwined with one another and joined groupings of the chords.
Daniel continued beaming at his handiwork.
“Uh, WHAT exactly did you do here honey?”
“I cleaned up the mess!” He beamed some more.
“Let me show you what I had in mind….” I was trying to untangled the tangle that was supposedly already untangled.
15 minutes later….
“OH! That’s what you meant…..”
Later I groused to Jay about it and he only chuckled.
“Did you see what he hooked up in his room?”
Jay went on to explain how he set up a diode to light up in case someone was on the phone so he’d know not to pick up the phone. He had also set up a system so that if he answers the phone in his room and it’s for him…he does something to make it ring again in the house.
And I’m not going to even TRY to explain the independent phone network he set up. From SCRATCH. (If these afternoon visits with Mr. Jim, our telephone expert friend, keep up…WHO knows what this kid will do.)
“I don’t know how he did it,” Jay said, laughing. Jay….the man with an electronics background. Jay, the man who aced Calculus in College and is a CPA.
I’m not even going to attempt to try to figure this one out. If I did….my brain would resemble that previous pile of cords.
And I don’t think anyone could untangle that mess.