Small boy aged 8 recently found himself the proud owner of a memory stick. When he discovered that despite its enormous bulk a single movie could not fit on to it, he was devastated.
“But Mom, why can daddy put three movies on his and I can’t even put one, but mine is bigger than his?”
How on earth to explain this…
“Well, memory sticks are like the TARDIS,” said I.
“Oh,” he pondered this, “Bigger on the inside?”
“Yes,” I continued getting into the swing of this, “But, different memory sticks are like different TARDIS’s. Some are the size of a bathroom and some are the size of a shopping mall.”
“I see,” he nodded, and I paused waiting for some other parentally terrifying question I would not be able to answer, “Cool”.
That was that.
Now I have to get a Sonic Screwdriver USB stick for him, but I’ll settle for one of these universal remotes from the BBC Shop.