Siri

I went to my room to put away laundry.
Austin, knocking on my door: Can I bother you?
Me: Yes, you frequently do.
Austin: You want to play with Siri with me?
Austin asks it a few questions.
Austin: You want to ask a question? (I signal disinterest) Ask it a question.
Me, groaning: Siri, do I love my husband?
Siri: I'd rather not say.
Me: Ha!
Austin: Siri, where's a good place to hide a body?
Siri: I used to know the answer to that question.

Remember, I just bought jigsaw blades. I'm ready.