How Many Adults does it Take to Screw in a Lightbulb?

I think there is some old joke about how many blondes it takes to screw in a lightbulb. Well, the joke in our household the last few days has been...how many adults does it take to plug in a nightlight. The answer, my friends, is zero. Apparently, all it takes is a 22 month old!

To go with Trent's new pirate themed room, I bought a cute little pirate nightlight which arrived last week. On Monday, I opened the package and tried to plug the nightlight into the wall. Much to my surprise it wouldn't fit into the plug no matter how much I tried to adjust those two little prong things. I turned the light upside down and the nightlight fit into the plug perfectly. Needless to say, I was pissed! I called Mark at work and told him all about the situation, as if it were some sort of dire emergency. If I recall correctly, I said something like, "What flipping idiot makes a lightbulb that only works when it's plugged in upside down?"

As soon as Mark got home that night, he walked into the room and tried to plug the light in correctly. He couldn't get the stinking thing to fit either! We both turned various parts of the nightlight around but nothing worked. Trent watched us with a look of total amusement on his face as his mom and dad tried, in vain, to figure out how to manipulate the nightlight cover so that it would work. We could't figure it out.

Fast forward to today and I am putting clothes away in Trent's room as Trent stares at the upside nightlight. I said, "Trent, mommy and daddy can't figure out how to make the light work. You try to fix it." He turned to me with a very serious look on his face, almost as if he understood and was accepting the challenge. The little monster stared at the light, walked toward it, bent down low and stared at it for a few seconds. I laughed and said, "Fix it, buddy." Trent then reached forward, grabbed the light and turned it right side up in a way that Mark and I apparently never tried. He then looked at the light and said, "Cooooolllll." I was dumbstruck.

So, I guess the only idiots touching the nightlight was me and Mark...not the poor manufacturer. It is a sad, sad day when a two-year old can stare and something and fix it so easily when a thirty and a thirty-four year old couldn't figure it out for days!