My Son, the Human Google Search

Perhaps it's his super snorkel-vision. Maybe it's because his mind isn't cluttered with insignificant drivel like what it was Mom asked him to do THREE SECONDS AGO.

I don't know where he got his gift, but the boy is a human Google Search. No matter what I've misplaced, I've learned to plug it into the search engine and he'll find it. My keys, my sunglasses, my favorite pen that grows legs and hides on me every-other day.

"I know where it is!" he proclaims, and runs off to retrieve it.

I've come to rely on this handy tool quite a lot, and it's required me to forgive him for the shoes he loses on a daily basis.

What does Google do when it can't find something? Maybe it asks Jeeves.

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