Electronical

Something tells me that my son might end up as a computer engineer.
It might be something to do with the fact that he is obsessed with technology and can sniff out a silicon chip operated device from some considerable distance and find some ingenious method of getting hold of it so he can sit and randomly stab at the buttons. If you have any sort of smart phone, beware of my son. There's nothing more he likes to drool on than something starting with a small "i".
Perhaps it's that he broke into my computer cabinet today whilst I was cooking lunch and sat calmly pressing the re-set switch over and over again. This is something I've seen more than one engineer do. Either that or he's inherited my OCD.
Of all his actual toys, the ones with buttons are played with the most, especially if they make noises and light up. He has a v-tech phone that he loves playing with and thankfully it's quite a quiet device. I have this idea that within Dantes seventh circle of hell, poor Brutus and Judas are being dangled down into a pit of....
.... small children playing with every v-tech light up noisy toy ever made, all at once and all the little grating electronic tunes are having the same effect as scraping sandpaper across your skin. You wonder what could be so bad about stabbing Julius Caesar to deserve such a punishment.
I digress. Children's light up toys are irritating to the point of giving you a febrile seizure, but I'd still rather he played with them than our other stuff. He likes remote controls, lots of buttons. We've often found ourselves watching something only to find ourselves suddenly being forced to listen to the radio instead as he likes the look of the button on the stereo remote. We keep them all out of reach now, but it doesn't always work.
And then if he does get hold of something, getting it back is almost impossible. He's got a strong grip and always acts like you've actually physically hurt him when you do prize your mobile phone out of his grip.
Yes, some sort of computer engineer.