I’ve mentioned before that I’m not a big fan of the Siri feature on my phone because Siri can’t seem to understand my southern, perhaps Appalachian, accent. Here’s another case in point. Last week I was driving home after having taken the Kindergartener to the doctor about a rash just above her neckline, and I was trying to tell the Spouse what the doctor had recommended. See below.
In this case, Siri’s translation is way more fun and might even prove more effective than the doctor’s orders. But, she’s just so inaccurate. And, apparently she practices some form of alternative medicine. I was trying to say that the pediatrician recommended a…
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Also last week the Kindergartener told her babysitter {a college-age girl who comes over one afternoon a week} the following upon seeing her… and I quote, “Oh, your hair looks much better this week.”
So, then the part of me that cares about social graces died. Fortunately, the sweet sitter thought it was hilarious. I lamented with her that the same child told me a few days prior that my hair was having a “flat day.” That was true, but I could have done without her confirmation of the fact.
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There’s one person around here who never has to worry about flat hair.
Yesterday she insisted on wearing a dress over her pajamas. That’s certainly not a battle worth fighting. Besides, she and her baby doll had enough drama going on later because the baby wouldn’t keep the pacifier in its mouth. That’s enough to send you over the edge.
So… between the Kindergartener’s rash, my flat hair, and the Baby’s wild mane, I think we all need to try a new shampoo.
Or maybe I’ll just go with the champagne.
A. Speeks says
Siri hates me too. It is the twang… or maybe in your case the Tang? Anyway, you are not alone. I've decided she's a snooty witch who never really understood me anyway ;o)