This afternoon, my kids started blowing up my phone while I was at work. I finally answer my phone and my driver tells me that we fried our robot controller. Well, he sounded really worried over the phone so I suggested him to calm down and when I get there we will take care of it. I left work about 15 minutes afterwards, and got to the school. They were adding few little things on the robot and then the teacher was like, "let's test it again." My driver falls on the floor laughing. My kids know that the only thing that can stress me out during the build season is if something goes wrong with the robot and they took full advantage of that. Afterwards my driver tells me, "This is what you get for calling at 10 at night and telling me that our robot weighs 138 pounds when it really weighs 98 pounds." I hate my freaking kids.
