More Technical Knowledge than Me

When Dane has his infrequent check-ups, our doctor always has to dig stuff out of his ear so he can see the eardrum.  He affectionately refers to them as "potatoes".

While driving home from Atlanta on Saturday, I noticed Deanna had her index finger in her ear and was jiggling it up and down.

"Mama," she asked, "do you get pickles in your ears?"

I chortled then, before bursting into laughter full-tilt, I responded,

"Not very often!"

Turns out, she really asked if I got pimples in my ears, not pickles.  But, I assure you, it sounded exactly like pickles.  And then it occurred to me.

"You know, honey, we can stop planting gardens.  You can just grow pickles and Dane potatoes out of your ears and we can save a lot of money on fertilizer and bedding plants."

Deanna didn't appreciate my humor at all.


Then, on Monday, after school, Daelyn was recanting a story from his day.  His teacher's husband (who's also a teacher) had gotten a new Iphone4S (I think that's what they called it) and was asking it questions.  First, he asked,

"Where should I put a dead body?"

The iphone answered, "Some suggestions would be a funeral home, a dumpster, or your house."

I cracked up.  A phone with a sense of humor.  Then Dane asked,

"What's a pilate?"

Daelyn, our little techie, launched into a definition of pilates.  Deanna and I looked at each other and she interrupted Daelyn.

"Dane," she explained in her older sister voice, "Daelyn said 'Where should I put a DEAD BODY.'  The word pilate was never said!"

Dane and Daelyn responded together.

"Oh."

Apparently, Daelyn hadn't picked up on the fact that Dane had potatoes in his ears and couldn't hear well.  He really thought Dane wanted to know what pilates were.

After a short break for laughing, Daelyn continued with the story.  The teacher asked the phone if it would marry him.  It responded,

"I don't think we know each other well enough."

When the teacher pressed the issue and added the word "please" to his request, the phone responded that his contract didn't include marriage.

I was flabbergasted.  How in the world have they been able to program a mini-computer in a phone to have a sense of humor?  It couldn't be accidental.  Every answer was humorous.

I finally voiced my question aloud.

"How could they possibly have programmed humor into a cell phone?"

Daelyn responded with two words:  "Steve Jobs".

See.  Our little techie.