So, this morning, I'm making a list of all the errands I have to run today. I am a list-maker, it's how I roll. Anyhoo, my seven-year old son is getting dressed in the living room... I am in the kitchen. He's not looking in my general direction, let alone at my paper. This is important to remember.
I started writing the word 'Target' on my list... as in, I have to stop by Target and spend lots of money on nothing. FROM THE OTHER ROOM, HE LOOKS UP AT ME AND SAYS, "Aw, I wish I could go to Target."
I WASN'T SPEAKING... I WAS WRITING. The child is psychic.
Months ago, just before his bedtime, he came to me and randomly said he doesn't like it when the power goes off. Since it was clear with no chance of rain that night, I assured him that the power would stay on like normal.
AT MIDNIGHT, A CAR HIT A UTILITY POLE AND OUR POWER WENT OUT.
Seriously. What I've learned is that my child is psychic. He still hasn't picked the winning lottery numbers, but I'm working on it.