Yeah. And...?

Yesterday my nine-year-old couldn't find his shoes. I was in the kitchen chopping food and couldn't help him look. So we had a conversation across the house.

"I can't find my brown flip flops. Have you seen them?"

"No."

"I really want to wear them."

(Mom then makes an educated guess.)

"Try looking under the couch."

(Paydirt.)

"Thanks for the advice, Mom! Are you psycho or something?"

Of course I am. But I have never been known for my telepathic abilities.