I'm in the livingroom, Maddie singing and putting a puzzle together on the floor next to me, Trev in the den on the computer.
"Grrrrrrr!" Bang. Bang. Bang!
"What's the matter, Bud? No hitting next to the computer...." I called.
I got up and went in there.
"Stupid Buffering! Buffering, buffering, buffering!, it always says. I hate buffering."
At first I was empathetic with his frustration, as the dsl has been whacked for a couple of weeks, now. Most aggravating.
And then I realized that though it's a familiar word to me, no one had told him what it said.
Trev was reading it.
Have to smile at that.