Kurtzhau – 11 – taps on the bedroom door and marches in. “The Xbox 360 doesn’t have an independent volume control.”
I look up from my kindle. “OK. Thanks.”
Earlier I’d tasked him to sort out the way the volume is always too low when we switch between Xbox and cable, and then loud enough to pin you to your chair when we go from from cable to console.
“Right, next chore,” I say. “Find the home address of the designer who didn’t think it needed an independent volume control and mail him–”
–Yes, I’m fairly certain the person in question is a him in this case.
“–a dog turd.”
Kurtzhau grins. “That’s your job dad.”