Evidently Amazon Alexa is the new iPad, in that Gary feels he must buy all models. He got one for him, then one for me, then another two for him, then one for his parents, then a better one for him, which then went to his parents so that meant another even better one for him. Also, since he swaps them throughout the house he doesn't want to identify them as "Ellen Bedroom" or "Basement" so I'm always sending messages to the wrong one.
He tried playing Baby Got Back on the great room one but it went to my bedroom, so I entered the great room twerking. (Side Note: Twerking is a skill that comes on you with great age. I couldn't twerk ten years ago, and now it's easy. You really just hop backwards and land on your feet unevenly.)
We use it to ask questions like "When is Mother's Day," and "Will it rain tonight," and now that the alarm clock was moved to make room for the Alexa, "What time is it?"
The feature that won me over was the shopping list. In the past I felt technologically advanced when I'd write the list on the fridge and take an iPhone photo of it to the store. Now I just notice we need something, and shriek "Alexa, add bananas to the " -- wait, that's a lie - "Alexa, add chips to the shopping list." Then at the store you check the Alexa app on the phone, and it shows you your list.
This has led to mischief.