Our grandsons are visiting again, and as is the tradition for Friday night, I’ve asked their input for some Happy Friday!!! story ideas. Often I can’t transcribe their bantering quickly enough, but tonight I had to do a significant amount of nudging. I asked Gabe first, and his immediate response was, \u201cummm ummm I don’t know.\u201d Ollie didn’t have much to offer either.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then, I illustrated the magic of \u201ctalk to text\u201d on my iPhone. I opened Notes, and hit the microphone icon and started talking. This can be quite a lot of fun for a silly child like me, because if I utter complete gibberish the phone does its best to translate my weirdness into actual words. Example: after saying a slew of nonsense I just now got Giovanni on Christo room act able to roam if Nick and eat Cambord on Fandor me qua Dodd both back.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Not sure if \u201cqua\u201d or \u201cDodd\u201d are words. I’m still a child in old man’s clothing so I actually engage in this silliness while texting to friends or family. Some renditions are much funnier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Anyway… I thought I’d try to get the brainstorms rolling by telling my phone: \u201cMy cat is doing a science project on me and it’s preventing me from sleeping properly.\u201d Ollie’s face lit up a bit, and he immediately replied, \u201cyour cat’s name is Boogle by the way.\u201d Then I asked him to continue, again with the microphone active on the phone. \u201cI can’t think of anything but that is not what I thought of,\u201d Ollie said. Then I turned to Gabe. \u201cReally right for you how many pounds of dog food do you eat every day?\u201d is apparently what the phone thought I said. Gabe answered, \u201c25.\u201d Then I mentioned that 25 pounds is a lot of dog food!! So my friends, these are the types of discussions that never occur at our house. Please do not try to derive any hidden meaning from this small box of brownie mix, it will merely confuse your pets and they may even try to teach you molecular mapping during your nocturnal napping.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Or not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On the other hand, you have the old masters…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat kind of magazines do snakes eat?\u201d I asked. Ollie replied, \u201cmice flavored or other small rodents. But the flavor’s not really actual mouse flavor, it’s more like like fake banana flavoring or fake cherry. Not really an actual fruit flavor.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Next (although she didn’t know it) was my Beautiful Girlfriend’s turn to talk. \u201cWhich planet would you like to marry from??\u201d I asked. \u201cNone of them, I’m married to you!\u201d she replied. Then I noticed Gabe was trying to \u201chack\u201d into Nini’s (my Beautiful Girlfriend’s Grandma name) iPad. \u201cWhat do I do it here what is the password for?\u201d Gabe queried. \u201cHow much baloney can you stick in your nose?\u201d I asked. \u201c25 phones,\u201d Gabe replied.
Back to Ollie. I wondered aloud, \u201cWhen radios calibrate themselves what color are their nostrils?\u201d The phone was sure that Ollie’s answer was: \u201cI see you like a mix between Hughes and a sky blue!\u201d I continued the query: \u201cWhat are spaghetti molecules made of ?\u201d Ollie said, \u201cwell I mean I don’t know but they’re rather delicious. Not sure I want to know.\u201d
Gabe finished up the discussion with the following: \u201cIf you find the sheet of paper with the password put it in the Lego box.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n