Secundus has been taking a lot of pictures with my four-year-old Canon 30D -- not exactly the cheapest camera around, but I grit my teeth and encourage his artistic endeavors. You never know when any of the boys will display a bankable talent that means I can afford to retire early.
He shows me some "ghost" pictures he's taken of his friend. They look more like double exposures to me than long, low-light exposures during which she may have moved, and I wondered how he managed them.
"Oh, the camera just does that from time to time," he tells me airily.
Just does that? "It was working fine before you used it last," I say. "If you've damaged it, that's the last time you get to touch it."
"Well, duh," he replies. "Why would I want to use a broken camera?"