The wafer of a child was driving me mad with his tricks. He was trying to fill the small gap between my desk and wall while I was on the telephone. During my important conference calls, he would jiggle the cords creating a multitude of noise and alarms from the electronics in the office. If that was not bad enough, the circuits overloaded, ending my call and blowing up my computer. I reached my limit with child. As soon as I found a phone, I was sent him to military camp where he could learn discipline and put some muscle on his bones. If he is no longer crepe thin, then he can no longer fit behind my desk.