The Magic Touch

As it turns out, I didn't need hubby to pull files off my old laptop's hard drive. All I needed was one bored kidlet. I had set the old laptop on the couch in the basement (serving as a sort of visual reminder to hubby that I needed him to work on it) and it drew the kidlet's attention today. As she peppered me with questions ('Can I have it?' 'No. It's broken.' 'What's wrong with it?' 'It died'....), she opened the lid and started messing with it (i.e. randomly pushing buttons).
And the damn ...