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…
I fell back on the only analogy I could think of.
“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.
The Blurred Line 