"Well, obviously it's not the middle one. Mom doesn't wear makeup, shiny jewelry and obviously doesn't have green eyelashes. Come on, guys, humans don't have colored eyelashes or colored nails."
"..."
"..."
"...True, I can't think of the last time I've seen Teresa wearing makeup."
Although I am thinking with childish logic, I do genuinely believe Mom to be the most practical woman ever. Excessive makeup takes time, can look over the top and very often perceived as an insecurity.
"Would my Mom wear excessive jewelry and gaudy makeup?"
""...""
I don't think she'd wear them separately, let alone together, in this unholy amalgamation of gyaru/powderface...
Not to mention the Mom in the middle picture has at least 6-7 necklaces on and about 15 bracelets just on the hand visible.
And I can't forget purple eyeshadow, neon pink underliner and an unholy amount of green mascara.
"Knowing my Mom, she'd never even touch makeup that wasn't natural skin tones."
""...""
That leaves me with the left and right pictures, with the right one looking like Mom's usual look when she has makeup on, but somewhat revealing clothing.
I mean, this was at least 4 years ago, based on Amanda's clue about being an actress before I was born.
Maybe Mom got more conservative with age.
"Hmm, the left side picture has Mom looking so serious and is she wearing different colored lipsticks for each lip? ...Wait, what's that?"
"Joe, zoom in on the left picture for our Little Luna."
Hair Earring Loop?
"Is that supposed to be a hoop earring?"
"Oh, I didn't even see that. Luna's so perceptive, well done, kiddo."
Thanks, ass.
AI still can't make realistic images even in 2021.
Back in my previous life, I was trying to generate images for recreational purposes (novel writing lmao)...
Anyway, I can feel the guy's pain.
They must have had a hard time and screamed at their computer for a while, probably tried masking the ear and giving it multiple different prompts to try and fix it, but eventually gave up due to being technologically illiterate.
"Well, I haven't really checked the right side image, but it has to be the last image by process of elimination."
Damn, she seems so happy in that photo.
...I wish I could see a smile like that at home sometimes.
"So you are locking in the right-side image, Luna?
"Yes, yes I am Amanda."
"I can reveal that the left side image, the 'serious looking' one, is in fact AI?"
"..."
After a few seconds of awkward silence, I asked, "Umm, are you going to continue?"
"Amanda, you forgot to mention that she can switch her answer right now, we didn't mention it earlier but the prize for winning this is a signed shirt from Aaron Leonidas himself."
"Damn, Joe actually said something right, what has the world come to..."
"Can't I just get my Dad to sign my shirt right now? Why would I want that as a prize?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, Luna, you have much to learn in life, not everything is about monetary gain, sometimes you gotta take the scenic route rather than the rush."
"Joe, you had your moment. Stop talking."
"Ok..."
Why does Joe look actually sad?
"Anyway, Luna do you want to switch?"
"The Monty Hall problem... hmm."
Amanda, Joe and my Dad all looked shocked that I recognised the problem.
But, I have more important thoughts right now.
"Logically speaking, if I switch doors, I mean images, I have a 2/3 chance to get it right. The idea being that it is more likely for my first answer to be wrong, with a 1 in 3 chance of getting it right. If I have the correct door/image to start with and switch it's just bad luck... Is what an idiot would say."
This is not opening random doors.
This is an actual game you can win through skill or knowledge.
"Would Amanda really try to trick me? She was so nice earlier... Hmmm, let me simplify, if it were 100 doors instead of 3 and I picked door 1 and Amanda (Monty) opened 98 other doors and left door 56, I'd probably think she skipped opening the door because it's got the signed shirt (car)."
"Amanda, you know kids better than me. Is this normal? Even I can't articulate my thought process that well."
"Why are you whispering?"
"Don't want to distract the kid."
"However, if she left door 100 closed instead of 56, while statistically, mathematically and even spiritually the same, it isn't by psychological standards. Even if we ignore the idea of travel distance from moving from the starting doors to end doors. Leaving the first and last doors in this case would confuse anyone."
You know when you're playing a bunch of games with friends and one team thrashes the other, then somebody says 'Winner takes all'? It feels similar to that, rather than the 2/3 chance it feels more like a 50/50 or even just a way for the host to confuse me who picked door 1 a pyschologically stable answer with 100 on the other side of the stable range.
"Of course, Monty (Amanda) picked the obviously wrong door."
"She's thinking so deeply she escaped reality..."
"...Amanda, I just realised, this problem wasn't part of the script."
"Oh, a surprise challenge within a challenge for my daughter, challenge-ception, huh."
"A-aaron, when did you get over here?"
"I mean, what if Amanda decided on a whim to incorporate this problem as a means to make me switch? There's no way the middle image is my Mother though..."
"So what are we talking about over here?"
"Amanda apparently included the question here on a whim."
"Oh... I'm sorry to say your good intentions have gone completely over Luna's head."
"Amanda... I called you pretty staff lady earlier and you try to trick me with statistics. How despicable. I didn't think someone so pretty could be this insidious. Joe was right, there is much to learn in the world. I will not switch doors, you deceiver."
While I might have embellished my words a bit there to paint Amanda as the villain, I do genuinely believe this is one of those tricks adults play on kids, just the same with Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy.
Anyway, after I get tricked I'll then be all pouty and Joe will own up to it saying it was his idea to continue their banter. It's too predictable.
"Told you this would happen."
"Haaaa, I can reveal that the right side image you picked is, in fact, photoshopped using your mother's most recent photos."
...There's no way, I failed the Monty Hall problem.
Where did I go wrong?
I mean, what kind of naivety would one require to assume one has good will to someone taking a car away... from them...
Damnit, there's no car here, who wouldn't try to help a kid in this situation?
Especially the pretty staff lady, Amanda, she's such an angel.
"..."
"I think Luna's short-circuited. My daughter is too smart for her own good."
Joe added, "I feel so bad, Amanda, you're quite the tease, aren't you?"
"No, I swear I didn't do it on purpose, I just wanted to help. Isn't the whole idea of the Monty Hall problem to not be so rigid in our thinking? Luna called her Mom gaudy, excessive and not even human. I just wanted her to reconsider her answer..."
Dad started rambling, "Hoho, that reminds me of back in the day when my Mother first saw Teresa. I had just started dating Teresa and people were saying she was leading a youth fashion rebellion. It didn't help that she hung out with Dora all the time back then."
How could I have fallen for the very trick of the Monty Hall problem. It exists to help the participant win.
Joe chimed in, "What's Dora doing these days anyway, Amanda you know?"
"She's still singing, I think, isn't she, Aaron?"
"Yeah, she still is. I still hear questions from my mother to this day if Teresa is a revolutionist."
Is humanity... good?
...
No, that's impossible.
"It can't be that bad Aaron. Dora's quite popular in streaming nowadays too."
"...Amanda, look at this and tell me your own mother wouldn't have questions if you hung out with her."
Dora
"..."
"Hmm, what are you guys looking at?"
""NOOOOO!!!""
At my innocent question Amanda, Joe and Dad all rushed to press the button.
clatter swoosh thud
...
You know in life when you make a mistake and somehow life goes in slow motion allowing you to see the outcome that much more clearly.
I feel like my Dad was going through that feeling.
The moment I heard the phone clatter, I saw a blur rush to dive atop of the phone as if it were a live grenade.
bop clack-clack
The phone, as if it were a tennis ball, bounced off its edge straight into the air, hit Dad's chest and before he could stop leaning to go flat and smother it, it bounced and clattered it's way straight to my feet.
This could probably go on YouTube as The One Time Leonidas couldn't clutch.
I lowered my eyes to look at the phone and with my superior height advantage as a 4 year old got to the phone before Joe could get there.
"Ahahaha, it's mine now."
I flipped over the phone...
Sadly, the lock screen was on.
"Dad, what's your passcode?"