I often sit on our side porch to read.
If my hands are full on the way inside, I tuck the Kindle under my arm.
One day, that lovely Kindle voice spoke to me.
"That's not a nice thing to say," she scolded.
I hadn't said a word.
Apparently I had bicep-queried, "Why are you a dummy?"
I hadn't even thought /that/.
But I had been thinking about Trump's latest shenanigans.
The truly scary thing is...
"Can my Kindle read my mind????"