"No, I've totally got this," he answers, all teenage bravado, and leans to look at things.

Yeah, he can totally do this!

He totally can't do this. Give him an engine, he can finagle it ten ways to Sunday. The television wire is definitely the wrong shape; the power cord goes in all right, somehow, but without being able to see things on the television, there didn't seem to be a point.

He stands up, expression as puppy-dog as he can make it. "Yes," he admits, holding the plug end of the wire up. "Where should I put this?"