Scrambled memory chip.

My older son was listening to me convey just how tired my brain was from all the thinking I had to do this week. I must have made things sound much worse than they really are in the midst of all my complaining. I remember saying something about being frazzled and everything sounding like gibberish by the end of the week. My son being the robot fanatic that he is suggested that people should be made like robots and when this happens it is an easy fix. It seems that in his opinion fixing a "scrambled memory chip" is as simple as running to the nearest parts store to buy memory chips. I had to smile because clearly he thought I was more broken that a simple nap could fix.