Magic Mommy

I've pretty much convinced my kids that I am magic. When I was a child I wondered how my Mom could know what we were doing even if we were in the other room. As a Mom, I know how. She could hear. Somehow children think they are a lot quieter than they are, and then of course if all is actually quiet we really know something is wrong. This is the secret of Mom's, our ears, but we don't share our secret. Instead, I convince them that I am magic.

• "How'd you know I hit Nathaniel?" "Magic" (I heard him scream, you hit me)
• "How'd you know I was out of the bed?" "Magic" (I heard you)
• "How'd you know we weren't brushing our teeth?" "Magic" (you can't brush your teeth and talk at the same time)
• "How'd you know I was standing here." "Magic" (even while sleeping I can hear a child walk into my room)

When your mother asks, 'Do you want a piece of advice?' it is a mere formality. It doesn't matter if you answer yes or no. You're going to get it anyway. ~ Erma Bombeck