OMG you guys my baby did this awesome thing the other day. I am totally going to tell you about it, and you can’t stop me because this is my blog.
Your first reaction will be to make a barf-face. At least, it should be. I hate it when people tell cute stories about some amazing thing their baby did. Ooh, the baby did a solid poo. Aah, the baby is snoring. Wooooh, the baby threw up then ate its vomit. So I will tell you a similarly banal thing, which you should by rights, then barf upon.
He’s learnt how to do peek-a-boo (a Chinese version anyway, called dou-mao-mao).
Okay, but here’s why it is awesome. He’s copied an actual social game, with rules, timing, and reaction to verbal prompts, and then acted as if he was telling a hilarious joke. This means his cognitive heights are now about the level of a text programme designed by an eleven-year old IT student who wasn’t paying too much attention during a class on the Turing Test.
Previously, the Chindian’s interactions were about on a par with a kitten with severe developmental delays. I mean, dude can’t actually sit. Eight months old and his lazy ass CAN’T FREAKIN’ SIT. But now I am totally fist-pumping, because he has become more comparable to an artificial intelligence experiment with severe developmental delays.
Which means he might grow up into a proper robot.
What shall I programme him with next?