a minor interruption

A young friend of mine has discovered the gameboy.
Head down, shoulders hunched, eyes fixed on the screen, he trails around behind his parents. Glancing neither left nor right, he is unusually silent. Occasionally one hears a garbled shout: “I’ve got level 37!!” Followed by more concentrated silence.
Conversation is difficult.
At the table, in the loungeroom, on the balcony, in the bedroom – he is totally focused on that small screen.
That is, until recently.
A gaming ‘incident’ saw him accidently drop the gameboy … in the toilet.
Shock. A rapid retrieval.
And then nothing.
A blank screen.
It took two days for the gameboy to dry out and recover itself.
But now it’s back to business as usual – with the exception that all gaming has been banned from the bathroom.