Siri has been getting quite the workout in our house lately. A workout that I’m fairly certain she isn’t enjoying all that much.
Sweetman: “Why can’t I remember the name of the actor that played the White Shadow?”
Sweetboy: “Just ask The Siri Lady, daddy.”
Mama: “I wonder where the closest ice cream place is?”
Sweetboy: “Siri will know, Mama.”
And just when I thought her ill-treatment was contained to our house, The Nana called. Poor, poor Siri…
Me: “So, Mom, how are things going with your new iPhone?”
The Nana: “I hate that Siri Lady. Sometimes, I hit her by accident, but I don’t want to talk to her so I just say ‘Oh, shut-up Siri. I don’t have anything to say to you!’ ”
Maybe I should steer the Sweetchildren towards degrees in techno-therapy. It’s almost a given that Siri’s gonna need it.