Last night, I went into my son's room to tuck him in. I noticed he wasn't in his bed. I looked down at the ground and noticed a pair of feet sticking out from under the bed.
"Bubba, you can get out of there," I said.
He slid out. "Mama, how did you know where I was?"
"I have super powers!"
"No you don't Mama, because you don't know what I'm thinking."
"What are you thinking?"
"It begins with the letter 'p' and it's something I really like."
"Yeah! How did you guess?"
"I told you. I'm the Mama. And mamas have super powers!"
(Speaking of super powers, I'm going to seriously need some. It's been quite a challenge having my house ready for showings and keeping up with all my regular work. If I skip a few days here and there, I apologize. It's just because I'm ridiculously busy!)