The Fitbit bit the dust

Having had my Fitbit commandeered by Ottawacker Jr., the Fitbit then managed to get itself broken. 

"I don't know how it happened, Dad," came the explanation. "One minute it was on my wrist and the next minute I couldn't see it any more. It must have broken itself."

Deep sigh. 

I was kind of enjoying all the congratulatory emails I had been getting from Fitbit. "Way To Go!!" - you've unlocked the "Super Hyper Nutter Level" or whatever it is. My steps had gone from a paltry 3000 per day to an impressive 18,000 - all without any effort on my part.

But I suppose he'll make me take the Fitbit back now - now that it is broken.