I have been driving both children to swimming lessons for the last several weeks. It is a relatively long drive (30+ minutes each way) so they each have an iPad to keep them from killing each other in the backseat while I work overtime to keep horrible drivers from killing us all.
The conversations I overhear/participate in are nothing short of classic.
Grand Master H (after announcing in his John Barrymore stage voice that he is going to play Magic 8 Ball on the iPad): Magic 8 Ball did we have electricity in the 1970s?
After getting the answer, he has to spell the response so that I can tell him what the damn thing said.
Grand Master H: I-T-I-S-A-C-E-R-T-A-I-N-T-Y. What does that spell, Mommy?
Mommy: It is a certainty. So, that means yes.
Grand Master H: Magic 8 Ball, what is your name?
Mommy: Buddy, you have to ask a question that will have a yes or no answer. He can’t tell you his name.
Grand Master H: Oh, ok. Magic 8 Ball, is your name Frankie?
Magic 8 Ball: Y-E-S-D-E-F-I-N-I-T-E-L-Y
Grand Master H: What does that spell?
Mommy: It means yes. His name is Frankie.
Grand Master H: Yeah! His name is Frankie! Frankie, do you have a wife?
Magic 8 Ball: I-T-I-S-A-C-E-R-T-A-I-N-T-Y.
Grand Master H: Mommy, what does that spell?
Mommy: It is a certainty, so yes. He has a wife.
Grand Master H: Mommy? Does the other iPad have Magic 8 Ball on it?
Mommy: I don’t know.
Famous Baby C (after checking): IT DOES! Frankie’s wife is on the other iPad!
Grand Master H: Yeah! Now we can BOTH ask Magic 8 Ball stupid questions!