Every year around the holidays, as all Amazon Echo owners know, our Amazonian helpmate Alexa will cease to notify us of the contents of delivered packages, lest she inadvertently spoil a Christmas surprise. It’s a small detail, but I’ve always appreciated it, given how many of the gifts I buy for Miles and Jaclyn come from Amazon.
And yet packages show up looking like this:
WOW, AMAZON. THANKS A LOT FOR PRESERVING THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS.
Fortunately I beat Jaclyn and Miles home the day this was delivered and was able to stash it behind several boxes in the garage.* But what if I hadn’t? I GUARANTEE Miles would have spotted this thing on the porch.
GET YOUR CRAP TOGETHER, BEZOS.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 