"Mama," my nine-year-old son said. "What do I have behind my back?"
I scoured the table, trying to figure out what was on it that was no longer there. "A quarter," I said.
He looked surprised. "Yes. Now guess which hand it's in."
He wrinkled his eyebrows, looking very puzzled. "That's pretty good, Mama!" Then he did a little shuffle. "Now guess which hand it's in."
"Right," I guessed.
"Yep!" He did it again. "Which one, now?"
"Mama, you're good at this." He shuffled things around one more time and put his hands behind his back. "Guess again. You'll never get it!"
I looked at that kid and smiled. "Neither."
Of course I was right. I figured he had put it in his back pocket.
He stared at me with his mouth open. "How did you know?"
"Bubba, Mamas have x-ray vision. You can't hide anything from the Mama!"