"Mama?" my ten-year-old son asked. "Can you play walkie-talkies with me?"
"No, Bubba," I said. "Right now I'm really busy. If I have time later, I will. Why don't you go play with the dog?"
He took his walkie talkies and disappeared. About fifteen minutes later, our giant German Shepherd, Schultz, trotted by. Some weird sounds seemed to be emanating from his body: BEEP...static...BEEP... Then I heard a strangely familiar voice: "This is radio control tower to Beta Dog." It was my son.
I walked over to Schultz to ascertain what was going on. And what do you think I saw? Yep. The boy had rigged his walkie talkie onto the dog's collar.
The voice continued. "Come in Beta Dog."
I chuckled and pressed the button to talk back to the boy. "This is Alpha Mama to radio control tower. Beta Dog is experiencing difficulties operating the device currently installed on his collar, and is in need of assistance."
Right on cue, Schultz gave a little bark.
(Now if we can figure out a way to train Schultz to press the button when he barks, we might have something that can keep the boys busy for hours!)