What My 6-Year-Old Has Asked Siri

What My 6-Year-Old Has Asked Siri

Momma — who are you talking to?

Oh nobody, just Siri. 

Sound familiar? Siri is this virtual member of our family, this unknown robotic woman on our phone that used to completely baffle my kids.

Since Siri entered our lives, I have listened to many ridiculous “Siri-isms” with my family — anything from my kids secretly telling Siri to call their Dad “Rainbow Boo Boo Butt,” to the awesome responses she gives when we are not thrilled with her service. And don’t even get me started on my youngest, who is convinced that Siri is his grandmother (I’m not sure if that’s cute or frightening).

But the other day while I was showering, I gave my daughter the phone to entertain herself. I asked her to inquire of Siri a certain question regarding our calendar…

The questions that followed were priceless.

Here is just a smattering of what I overheard my 6-year-old asking Siri:

How soft is a dog’s skin?

How many people and dogs in the world are named Tinkerbell?

How many Grandpas have fallen down the stairs?

How is nail polish made?

How many people in the Earth have mommy’s?

How did God make the heart?

How are microphones made?

How much hair is there is the whole wide world?

What does a panda eat?

What is the eye? Its so squishy, what’s that squishy stuff? Marshmallow?

All of this, in the span of 10 minutes.

Much of it had me chuckling, my goodness do I love that girl. Kids have this ability to think and ask questions that somehow, we as adults have forgotten to think about. While going about our daily routines — we have forgotten the wonder of it all. This tiny Siri inquisition was a reminder to me of the constant curiosity and thoughts that go through my child’s head, and just how much she sees LIFE all around her. To not forget the curiosity in a child’s heart, and to never let them stop asking.

I don’t know about you, but the never-ending barrage of questions that come from all three of my children can get on my nerves from time to time. There are days when I find myself answering through gritted teeth because I am just DONE. I need a 5 minute break from the onslaught.

But at what point does the kid investigation end? At what point do they realize parents are tired of answering, so they simply stop asking?

I hope never. Nor would I ever want Siri to replace me. I need to remember to have more patience, to not stop answering — even when I don’t know the answer. Because there will come a day when the questions will stop, and boy will it be quiet then.

“Sometimes the questions are complicated, and the answers are simple.” — Dr. Seuss.

Never stop listening.

Source: www.babble.com