The looks I get. Jeebus!
Mr.Wrekker looks pensive eating his breakfast. I sez “Go fishin’, it’ll help you, it’ll help me” He looks up from his sausage and eggs: “How did you know that”?
I haz my ways. :eek:
The lil’wrekker texts: “Good morning Ma”,
I text back “How much”?
She wants to know how I knew she needed gas money to get home.
Ma knows these things.
DIL comes in and starts putting stuff in the fridge and pantry. She hands me back the debit card. I sez “How much do you owe me”? She looks a bit alarmed. “It was easier just to use one card”, she says.
Well, it’s not like I’ve never heard that one before. :smack:
Mid-daughter emails a nice cheery greeting. I shoot back “How LATE will you roll in, tomorrow”? She’s a procrastinator.
Not hard to know this, she’s always been like this. I’m not a psychic. At. All.
Yep, yep. Ol’Beck can read minds.
I got 'em all fooled.
(;))
Sounds like those who have learned from the past are still condemned to repeat it. That’s wife-and-motherhood for you. The upside is you can merely look suspicious and say, “Don’t even think about it!” now and then, and they’ll be bringing you fatted calves and prostrating themselves before your glorious presence.
Why is it my grown-up, adult (?) children find it hard to believe I know their private machinations?
Even the 2 that have kids of their own can’t fathom it.
The oldest Grandwrek is so easy to read. I get her where her Mother doesn’t. Me and that kid have similar senses of humor. I can get her to say anything. Not that I would use this power for evil (;))
My missus and I do something similar with each other all the time. It’s just how we communicate. Something will get said by someone in the room and that will trigger a chain of thoughts, completely unspoken, until one of us says after like 5 minutes of talking about nothing, or something else, “Bud Cort.” And then the other will say what was thought like three links into the silent chain, “Pretty sure it was an E-type.”
My oldest was hanging out with us one night when we did that and she got this amazed look on her face when she understood what had happened between me and the Missus, and that she herself had actually followed along. I think it’s all about knowing who you’re with really well via an intimacy you can only get in a family.
Me and Mr.Wrekker have a series of unspoken signals. He’s fairly easy to read(as his ongoing Poker game shows).
I fancy myself mysterious and clever. Not so sure if that’s really true. A girl can hope.
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Nice! Spidey!
Now I gotta figure out what Bear the cat is thinking. I’ve stepped on his tail twice in 24 hours. This cat is a master at flying maneuvers and getting in the most unusual places with grace. Why is he suddenly under my feet?
He’s sporting a fat, fluffy tail a Persian would be proud of, at the moment. I don’t think I hurt him really, but jeez he nearly deafened me with his screaming. He’s in the beams howling and licking his fat tail. Miss Meeko, is on the back of the sofa howling in sympathy. Pups are barking their fool heads off.
I need earplugs.
If you could read my mind, you’d hear: nyan, nyan, nyan, nyan!!
(:))
