Earlier today our youngest was sitting on my lap doing her daily routine of demanding every little thing she could see that she could command me to pass to her for her cute little investigative inspection. She noticed my crappy old camera for the first time today and promptly demanded I pass it to her for her to have a look-see. Of course I did the no sweetie Daddy needs that to stay in one piece, well that was a mistake, man she doesn't like being told no and she abruptly launched herself into attack Daddies face mode and got a damn good grip on my beard with one hand and my left upper eyelid with the other, I tell ya that got boring real damn fast.
What can ya do, she's too young to respond to any kind of reason so I got our eldest to quickly pass me my camera and I handed it to Isis. Instantly the pain abated from the face as she started cooing at the delights of having Daddies camera. Surprisingly it went rather well, she didn't attempt to take it to pieces immediately so that was a relief and when she got bored of it she didn't proceed to throw it across the room for which I suppose I am to be grateful, nope, Isis simply put it down on my knee and grabbed her beaker of Ribena and started guzzling a hearty thirst quenching drink of that.
Our eldest daughter asked if I would let her have a look at the pipes on Paul's site so I navigated to his website using my left hand as the right arm was making sure Isis was safely secured on my lap. I hadn't noticed that my camera had slipped from my knee and was then sitting on the seat cushion between my legs. Out of the blue Isis decides she's had enough of her drink and as usual just dropped the beaker, it landed between my legs and upside down, ahhhh, you're seeing it now aren't you!
Lea came through from the kitchen and quickly put her hand over her mouth and was stifling a half laugh come muffled shriek of horror "your camera" she says with a sense of foreboding only a lass can muster. I looked down at the seat cushion and there was Isis' beaker upside down and right underneath it, you got it was my camera and it was seemingly enjoying a good old hearty drink of Ribena too.
So, Lea took Isis from my lap and I rather nervously removed the beaker from the scene and picked up my now dripping camera. I removed the batteries and dried off the outside as best I could whilst also swabbing out the battery compartment and the usb port then placed it on a big ol wad of kitchen towels to let it dry. I gave it a good 8 hours to dry out, and it did seem to be perfectly dry so I put the batteries back in and rather triumphantly switched on the camera knowingly full well that it would just burst into life like nothing was out of sorts, nothing happened!
No problem I says to myself, obviously the batteries have just happened to run out of juice at that precise moment so I raided the batteries for the TV remote and popped them into the camera. With a big ol stupid smirk on my face I proceeded to turn on the camera feeling all cocky and self assured that my diagnosis was right on the spot, yup, nothing happened. Bah, just another stupid coincidence right, those batteries also had just happened to run out juice right at that point, so I get the batteries from the torch Rob sent us, you got it, nothing bloody happened, at this point my smug dumb-shit grin had taken a turn for the worse, it was time to face the reality of the situation, my camera wasn't bloody thirsty and it didn't fecking well like Ribena either so it packed up it's little shoulder bag and buggered off, never to return.
Isis is absolutely delighted with this turn of events as she now has Daddies camera as her own special little toy, I must admit it is pretty cool seeing how much she loves being able to muck about with it now. The downside of course, no more blooming camera, not the end of the world of course, we're all fine and the house hasn't fallen over or anything ghastly like that, so count me blessings kind of thing.
