Sighing, I gaze at the lawn after pulling into the driveway.
“I wish I had a Roomba for the lawn,” I say. “Only to cut it, not vacuum it. A Roomba lawnmower…. yeah….”
In his completely genuine, yet most logical Spock-like tone, my 11 yr old son quirks his eyebrows at me from the passenger seat.
“You do realize that if you did, someone could hack into it and go on a killing spree.”
No. That was not the first thought that came to mind Son.
Not at all.