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I See All Things…

I currently have The Boy(tm) convinced that I can see through our kitchen table. Every time he stands there with his hands in his pants I tell him to take them out, and he said “How do you know what I’m doing” and I said “I can see through the table.”

Now he tests me every once in a while. As if the way he’s standing (arms close to his sides) doesn’t give him away. It’s the old “I have eyes in the back of my head” thing.