The 7y.o. is a curious little dude, and always has been. He doesn’t just want to know how things work, but NEEDS to know- and why, too.
As an equally curious sort, I get it- I have an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, too. I Google all.the.things., & envy today’s kids growing up with that convenience.
7 LOVES to ask questions. Lots of them. Pretty much ALL of them.
And that’s ok with us, because we know that the wheels are turning & he’s working things out in that clever brain of his.
But it turns out that we weren’t the only ones patiently answering his questions.
(In fairness, his new source is probably a LOT more patient… since she’s a computer.)
When I upgraded to a Alexa Echo for my bedroom, I retired my Google Mini. Since the boys asked to put it in their room for music, it’s been living in there for a few weeks now.
I thought it was just being used for soothing bedtime music.
Unbeknownst to us, the 7y.o. has been having deep pillow talk with his Google Nest Mini. Apparently, he & the Google Assistant are besties, dissecting the mysteries of life on the down-low.
I was clueless to all this chatting going on, until I checked the Google Nest Mini’s history in my iPhone’s app… and found comedy GOLD.
(His questions are the phrases in blue.)
Some light pondering at bedtime… that takes a deep theological turn:
As the Google Assistant begins to respond, the convo shifts from spiritual to, well….
The BODY- fascinating. And speaking of body, a query on one of the most important parts:
(While Google had no answer, every guy is thinking, “I KNOW, right?!”)
But moving north, 7 wants the deets on belly buttons; what’s up with them?
Good question, little man!
No, Google Assistant. We definitely do NOT want to hear it, or know it. Or have 7y.o. know it, either.
For the LOVE of God, please don’t tell me the ax has anything to do with the belly button thing….
But thankfully, the subject shifted from potential bodily mutilation back to the gold standard:
Followed by an emergency economic crisis. Apparently.
(As long as it doesn’t involve an ax…)
Note: At this point I recall hearing his voice, & telling him to go to sleep. So this next one? I take this personally.
(Not Mom on this night, obviously.)
7y.o. & his BFF the Google Assistant had company that night; apparently our cat Queso was in the room.
(Probably reluctantly, since he’s not a fan of the 7y.o, & that’s putting it lightly.)
I’d explain their tenuous relationship, but 7’s Google questions pretty much sum it up:
Probably because of THIS question:
I think the “you annoy them” part is key. Just saying.
Or maybe it was the LASER POINTER:
Most of us don’t need Google Assistant to know what happens if you do it, but…
Pretty sure it’s the LASER POINTER, buddy.
Again, I’m pretty sure the whole “hissing and chasing me” thing is because of THE. LASER. POINTER.
EXACTLY.
I heard the talking. So I switched to “downtime” on the Google Mini via app, which means that although it’s still on, it won’t answer questions until morning.
Not that it stopped 7 from trying.
And pleading.
And warning.
And threatening bodily harm.
Well, that escalated quickly! At least it’s not an AX….
7 finally accepted -begrudgingly- that this night’s Q&A session was done. & bid his bestie a good night:
But lest you think the relationship between 7 & Google Assistant has soured, think again. All was well by the next night; in fact, 7 is clearing paving the way for quality Q & A with some deep flattery:
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