Sunday, September 7, 2008

On Psychic Powers

While waiting for the arrival of their friend in the morning the kids had to do usual morning routing – brushing teeth, making beds, getting dressed, tidying their rooms. The younger one returned to the living room way too fast. I looked him straight in the eye:

-Did you brush you teeth?


-Did you clean your room?

-Yes, mom (there was a telling pause in his answer)

I closed my eyes and in deliberately low voice proclaimed:
“I see unmade bed; I see your clothes scattered on the floor and... what is this? Something blue is on the carpet; oh, it is your guitar.”

“Mom, you are psychic,” – he whispered in awe and ran upstairs to clean his room.

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