Mgazi was eating breakfast at the island in the kitchen. I could dangle a hundred dollar bill in front of her face. She wouldn’t bother to look up from her plate. Nothing gets between Mgazi and her food.
Zaffron was watching Saturday morning cartoons in the family room. Zaffron turns into a zombie in front of the TV. I can wave my hand between her face and the screen and she won’t flinch. I know this because I videotaped myself doing it once. She didn’t even blink. I’m not positive she even knew I was there. Very little gets between my daughter and her television.
I went into my bedroom. I quietly shut the door and locked it. I walked over to my bed, sat down and pulled out my iPhone. Swiped until I found what I was looking for — a stopwatch app.
How long would it be until one of my children knocked on my door?
I pressed start on the stopwatch. And I waited…
Yep. Why is it that they somehow sense when we’re out of the room? I’m surprised it took them that long!
Kathy, when I thought I was going to go over a minute, I actually go excited. Like there was hope that if I could get over a minute on one day I could try for a minute and a half the next day and slowly work my way up. No dice.
Hahaha, so typical (my little ones tend not to care about me when I am in the same room but the moment I leave they panic) but yet so sweet…:)
What is it? A sixth sense, do you think?
Ha! That’s classic. Little stinkers
They are little stinkers… with super powers.