On one of the last morning drives to preschool, the iPod I received for my birthday a few years ago that has somehow become a staple for road trips of any distance or duration turned up locked. It was insistent upon having a code entered. None of my guesses passed muster, and that was the end of that.
"Mom, when I get home from school, I'll take the case off and check on the pistons," the elder lad promised.
Grateful for the offer but not quite ready to take such drastic measures, I tried a few things to get it working again (plugging it into the charger for the baby monitor wasn't one of them), but to no avail. So it sat for a month or so. The younger lad would periodically ask, "is the iPod still locked?"
Alas, "yes," I'd have to answer. In a last ditch effort, I decided to charge it up and try using it again before "restoring" it to its original condition and starting from scratch. It worked!
With great glee I held it up in the car one day as we drove and said to the younger lad, "look what I have!"
"Is it working?!" he asked, eyes wide with wonder and disbelief.
"Yes! Any requests?"
"You fixed it, Mama! You did it!"
'T wasn't me -- it was the pistons.
chocolate granola
11 years ago
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