what my nephew can do

We had Thanksgiving this year at my brother's home, and after the many dishes had been consumed, I followed my nephew upstairs to his room, where his latest adventure was roosting.  He'd decided—no whim, this—to buy the multifarious components that constitute a real, video-game playing computer, and to assemble them over the course of an afternoon or two.

I'm not the smartest person when it comes to computational things.  I'm not even in the middle of the pack.  But it was with great happiness that I sat on the floor with Owen as he explained what went where, what almost blew up, how he kept his cool, and how (in addition to all else) he had nearly achieved a fully color-coordinated device.


I love that kid.