I long ago realized that the world is a bizarre place, and it simply gets weirder. I read articles in the paper, watch reports on television and interact with people, just like any other normal fellow. However, I confess, some things are losing me.
I have become reasonably adept at techie things, especially those I find useful. It is the apparent usefulness of some of the innovations I am failing to grasp. I admit to struggling with Pinterest and Instagram; I still haven’t figured out what the big deal is. And do we really need an Alexa and Echo in our kitchens - and why do I want an Internet of Things anyway?
However, such mysteries have always been the price of progress, as they were for our parents and for their parents. But the other day when I picked up a paper and read about this new gizmo for new parents, well, I am still reeling.
Perhaps you have heard of the newest in voice activated digital assistants, named Aristotle. This “voice-controlled smart nursery monitor” not only tells parents when baby is crying, but can also can detect when you are low on diapers and can flash different colored lights with the child trying to name the correct color. Good grief, from a baby monitor? Ok, so the parents don’t have to mess with diaper ordering or flash cards anymore, I get it (actually I don’t), but progress is progress.
However, when I read how excited the manufacturers were with the ability of Aristotle to read stories to the child, I threw up my hands in surrender. Really, reading to our children? If there is anything parents remember and love about raising our kids, it is reading them stories. It is an essential part of parenting, far more important than ordering diapers. If we cede control of raising our kids to a monitor, the apocalypse is right around the corner.
Maybe I should simply stop reading the paper.