DH and I bought a new stereo system for each other for Christmas. We decided to get a fancy one, so the whole interface on the system is touch screen. Now, I'm going to be the first person to admit this, but I didn't think the boys would bother it. I was wrong.
We brought it home yesterday, and set it all up. If you can imagine this, the way it works is that the top part of the DVD player holds the interface and the manual volume control. You can turn it on and off up there and switch between modes. Part of the reason that we bought it is that we can plug in our MP3 players with a USB cable; it's a really great feature.
So, DH and I get tired and we decide to go to bed. We turn off everything and snuggle down. At about 2am I hear something. It vaguely sounds like music. Thinking my neighbors are having a party I go back to bed. 2:30am hits and it feels like I'm at a rock concert. Social Distortion (a punk band) is playing at full volume! DH an I realize we have a problem. The boys have turned on the stereo. The two of us rush out, while the music keeps going up and up in volume, to see Scratch Fury Destroyer of Worlds simply sitting on the top of the unit turning up the music with his furry butt. He is mystified and doesn't understand why his Meowmy and Purrpa and dashing towards him in a vain attempt to catch him. He dashes off.
After a quick struggle, we shut off Mike Ness and his band, and put the parent lock on the system. Now I have to enter a code to turn the thing on.
Such is life with the boys.
We brought it home yesterday, and set it all up. If you can imagine this, the way it works is that the top part of the DVD player holds the interface and the manual volume control. You can turn it on and off up there and switch between modes. Part of the reason that we bought it is that we can plug in our MP3 players with a USB cable; it's a really great feature.
So, DH and I get tired and we decide to go to bed. We turn off everything and snuggle down. At about 2am I hear something. It vaguely sounds like music. Thinking my neighbors are having a party I go back to bed. 2:30am hits and it feels like I'm at a rock concert. Social Distortion (a punk band) is playing at full volume! DH an I realize we have a problem. The boys have turned on the stereo. The two of us rush out, while the music keeps going up and up in volume, to see Scratch Fury Destroyer of Worlds simply sitting on the top of the unit turning up the music with his furry butt. He is mystified and doesn't understand why his Meowmy and Purrpa and dashing towards him in a vain attempt to catch him. He dashes off.
After a quick struggle, we shut off Mike Ness and his band, and put the parent lock on the system. Now I have to enter a code to turn the thing on.
Such is life with the boys.
