Sarah is doing schoolwork at the kitchen table while I'm washing dishes. She's notorious for jacking around when she's supposed to be working, so I warned her that I would be watching her.
S: You don't have eyes in the back of your head, Mom.
M: Oh yes, I do!
S: I can't see them....
M: Ah, but THEY can see YOU!
S: How?
M: They're hidden under my hair, so you can't see them, but they are super-eyes, so they can see you.
S: You don't have eyes in the back of your head. We ALL know that.
I glance at Noah, who is loitering around, smirking. He nods. Bummer! When did they stop believing that?
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