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Ipodastrophe!
Jul. 13th, 2009 09:50 pmFor finishing out her school year with a solid month of good behavior, we rewarded Rosa with an Ipod. I received a new 8gb Nano as a service award from $COMPANY, and my old 2gb Nano went to her. She has enjoyed the heck out of it.
This morning she left for a few days in Kansas City with Grandma, so yesterday I loaded up some new music for her and charged it up. She took it upstairs with her to listen while collecting her bits-n-bobs for the trip while I putzed around the internet.
Suddenly, a distressed child appeared. "I dropped my ipod down the bed!"
Befuddled mama is befuddled. Child explains that she had set it on one of the bedposts while doing whatever she was doing, and next thing she knew it had fallen into the hollow bedpost. (One should explain. She has a set of metal-framed bunkbeds which have for the last while been standing side by side instead of stacked. One of the post-connectors failed to come out right, so the post cover couldn't be placed on it. It's an open-mouthed metal tube.)
Mommy to the rescue. I went upstairs with the thought that I'd just lift the bed up and take the bottom cover off the bedpost and get the ipod out that way. Unfortunately, that end turned out to be sealed. New plan: turn the bed upside down and dump it out.
It was a good plan. We moved the mattress off, moved a half-dozen pillows and stuffies out of the way, moved the Barbie Dream House across the room, and levered the frame upside down. Noises of small object sliding down metal tube ensued.
But the ipod did not come out. Puzzlement. Climb down on the floor under the half-supported upside-down bed frame. Discover that looking up a sealed black metal tube for anything, even a white ipod, is futile. Send the child for a flashlight.
Aha! The way the bed is constructed, the large tube that forms the post has holes in it, through which pass the headboard tubes, and they cross nearly all the way to the other side. The ipod has got itself wedged between the end of a headboard tube and the side of the post tube.
Rosa offered me a twistie-tie that happened to be lying around. Not nearly long enough. I pondered for a moment and requested a wire hanger. Bend, twist, poke poke, success! Little girl can go off on the train to her own choice of music.
What Grandma will think of Voltaire remains to be seen.
This morning she left for a few days in Kansas City with Grandma, so yesterday I loaded up some new music for her and charged it up. She took it upstairs with her to listen while collecting her bits-n-bobs for the trip while I putzed around the internet.
Suddenly, a distressed child appeared. "I dropped my ipod down the bed!"
Befuddled mama is befuddled. Child explains that she had set it on one of the bedposts while doing whatever she was doing, and next thing she knew it had fallen into the hollow bedpost. (One should explain. She has a set of metal-framed bunkbeds which have for the last while been standing side by side instead of stacked. One of the post-connectors failed to come out right, so the post cover couldn't be placed on it. It's an open-mouthed metal tube.)
Mommy to the rescue. I went upstairs with the thought that I'd just lift the bed up and take the bottom cover off the bedpost and get the ipod out that way. Unfortunately, that end turned out to be sealed. New plan: turn the bed upside down and dump it out.
It was a good plan. We moved the mattress off, moved a half-dozen pillows and stuffies out of the way, moved the Barbie Dream House across the room, and levered the frame upside down. Noises of small object sliding down metal tube ensued.
But the ipod did not come out. Puzzlement. Climb down on the floor under the half-supported upside-down bed frame. Discover that looking up a sealed black metal tube for anything, even a white ipod, is futile. Send the child for a flashlight.
Aha! The way the bed is constructed, the large tube that forms the post has holes in it, through which pass the headboard tubes, and they cross nearly all the way to the other side. The ipod has got itself wedged between the end of a headboard tube and the side of the post tube.
Rosa offered me a twistie-tie that happened to be lying around. Not nearly long enough. I pondered for a moment and requested a wire hanger. Bend, twist, poke poke, success! Little girl can go off on the train to her own choice of music.
What Grandma will think of Voltaire remains to be seen.
