Turning Lemons into Lemonade

Normally, I don't let the kids use our digital camera.

"Oh please, Mommy, just one photo! Jilly is being so funny on the stairs!", Belly begged.

As I was too lazy to get up and see what was so funny in the first place, I handed her the camera along with the words, "Don't drop it!".

Not ten seconds later, I heard "THUMP!", followed by Belly yelling at her sister. Who was at fault, I'll never know, although Belly's claim that Jilly karate-chopped her doesn't sound too far fetched.

I grabbed the camera which now had a lens that was stuck halfway between opened and closed. Nothing I did could get it working again.

Here is what ran through my head once I realized the camera was dead, dead, dead:

"Oh CRAP! I shouldn't have let them use the camera! Why did I let them have it? It figures this would happen. Ugh! A new camera is expensive! This one was so great and I had just figured out how to use it! Crap."

Later, I told Fairly Odd Father what happened. Expecting to hear something along the same lines as my internal dialogue, I was surprised to hear instead,

"Oh GOOD! I've been looking at a new camera. . . that one was too slow anyway, and it'll cost too much to fix. I think this new one will be much better. Great!"