Ladies, I am afraid it doesn't get any better. Ds3 (aged 12) lobbied long and hard for an iPod Touch for Christmas, and contributed about half the cost so he could have one. He's been looking forward to getting it for weeks.
Approximately 7 seconds after unwrapping it, he wanted to start charging it, loading songs onto it, downloadin apps for it, registering it for secondary school, buying it new covers and saving for its dowry.
Dh had to download iTunes for it, and then work out how to use it to put ds3's cds onto the iPod. That took a large chunk of the afternoon, and created a certain level of irritable muttering. Then came the whole downloading apps thing, for which it had to be introduced to our wireless router - dh was going to do it, but ds3 decided he knew what to do, and blithely registered it to the wrong router - the one that is broken. Neither he nor dh can work out how to get it to forget that network so it can be registered on the working one. The manual is no help - it is a little concertina sheet of paper that says nothing about changing networks, so dh starts to download and read all 150+ pages of the proper manual.
At this point, ds3 tries to take back his iPod to have another go at cocking it up completely fixing the problem, and dh loses the plot completely. I had to break up the pair of them and try to talk some sense into them (not that easy a job, I can tell you).
Dh goes back to the pc, whilst I read ds3 a short lecture on delayed gratification and why it is not entirely reasonable to expect dh to give up most of christmas day to making the wretched thing do all its electronic tricks, and how he could, perhaps, have been satisfied with just being able to listen to some music on it today, with more being sorted tomorrow. This gave dh the breathing space he needed to sort out the internet on the iPod, and to calm down from his incipient incandescent rage.
Still - Christmas isn't Christmas without a family fight, is it??