In the grocery check out lane with the kids.
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Can I have this gum? (No) Can I have this candy? (No) Can I have that umbrella?”
Me: “No. Look, you have got to stop asking me to buy everything you see.”
LMT: “Can I have this building?”
Me: “Yes, I will buy the building for you.”
LMT, to cashier: “OK, I’m in charge of you now.”
Cashier: “Wha…?”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “I’m trying to play my game and the phone keeps asking me questions.”
Me: “Thats Siri. It’s a thing called an on-board AI program, which means that…”
LMT: “Siri, play Disney movies.”
Siri: “I have many options that fit that request.”
LMT: “Play Frozen.” (phone starts a Frozen short)
Me: “I guess you’re good.”
Me: “Brush your teeth, Keith. Then it’s off to bed, Fred.”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “I already did.”
Me: “Go brush them.”
LMT: “I did!”
Me: “I’m serious. Brush your teeth.”
LMT: “BUT I ALREADY DID!”
Me: “Then let me smell your breath.”
LMT: “Fine.” (plods off to brush her teeth)
LMT: “I actually brushed them. Are you happy?”
Me: “That was the goal, yes.”
Very Vocal Viking 