“Introduce the kids to AI,” he said.
“It will benefit them,” he said.
Thanks to Papa Strawberry (above), this house has resounded with one life-altering question this weekend:
Hey Google – do you have a butthole?
JS2 is at a poop-obsessed stage of life and while he will be deeply embarrassed by it at some point later in his life (maybe – actually, I’m not sure boys outgrow this stage *side-eyes Papa Strawberry*), right now this is the question that consumes his waking hours and has him kidnapping my phone, holding my poor Gemini hostage while he interrogates it repeatedly for this crucial piece of information.
Gemini has taken it in stride, giving the very matter-of-fact (and slightly confused-sounding, although that is possibly me projecting here) response that it has no body, and therefore, cannot have a butthole. While such patience is useful when dealing with a barrage of repetitive questions from younger children, I fear Gemini misses the humour in the question.
I suppose at least comedians’ jobs are safe from AI…at least for now.
