Reinforcing a popular misconception
I love being the ever so mysterious Mom.
I've told my kids over and over that I *do* have eyes in the back of my head, but they're getting to the age that they're questioning that. I used to do little things to "prove" it, but they were little, and it was easier.
The other day I was taking them to DX's house, and each apartment on the row has a large window. Because these windows face a fairly main road, most of the people keep thier shades drawn, so when the light hits them just right, there's a nice reflective surface. As we're walking to DX's front door, I see, reflected in the neighbors window, the boys horseing around. Without turning, I blurt out "Shasta, quit putting Bug into a headlock."
They were flabberghasted, heh. And all I heard was "HOW did you do that, Mumma?!?" I just smiled and reminded them of the eyes in the back of my head.
muahahahahaha. It's good to be the Mumma.
I've told my kids over and over that I *do* have eyes in the back of my head, but they're getting to the age that they're questioning that. I used to do little things to "prove" it, but they were little, and it was easier.
The other day I was taking them to DX's house, and each apartment on the row has a large window. Because these windows face a fairly main road, most of the people keep thier shades drawn, so when the light hits them just right, there's a nice reflective surface. As we're walking to DX's front door, I see, reflected in the neighbors window, the boys horseing around. Without turning, I blurt out "Shasta, quit putting Bug into a headlock."
They were flabberghasted, heh. And all I heard was "HOW did you do that, Mumma?!?" I just smiled and reminded them of the eyes in the back of my head.
muahahahahaha. It's good to be the Mumma.
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I love it when TJ tries to sneak up on me. I wait until I hear him open his mouth and take a breath to say "BOO" and I cut in with "Yes?" He HATES that.
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