The resident grandson went on a trip to the Ozarks a few weeks ago (bachelor party, not his, thank God) and lost his phone in a parking lot. He finally found it, but it had been run over a few times.
So today he received his new phone. It has an MP3 player and all.
He couldn't figure it out. Neither could I.
I finally persuaded him to drive over to my daughter's. She's the local family tech wizard.
At least she helped him retrieve all his numbers from the old phone. And she's going to help him figure out the MP3 stuff this weekend. (New territory for her, but she loves a challenge.)
What's the big deal with young folks and their cell phones?
(Have I mentioned that I enjoy having my grandson here, beeping phone and all?)