Getting A Kick Out Of Being Psychic

(My family is scattered around the house at a dinner party, which we will have to leave soon. My brother is sitting in the living room, and my parents are outside. You can enter and exit the living room both from a patio door, and a route around the side of the house.)

Mom: “Go tell your brother we need to leave.”

Me: “Okay.”

(I walk over to the patio door, and call to my brother.)

Me: “We have to go!”

Brother: “I’ll believe you when our parents say so.”

Me: “Okay.”

(I tell my mother what he said, and she sends my dad around the side of the house to get him. I return to my brother.)

Me: “Dad will be coming into the room in 20 seconds.”

Brother: “Yeah, right.”

(I see my dad stop at the dessert table first.)

Me: “And he will be bringing…” *closes eyes and hums* “…brownies. Definitely bringing brownies.”

Brother: “Pssht.”

(Dad walks into the living room, holding a brownie.)

Brother: “WHAT?!”

Me: “I know…” *widens eyes* “…EVERYTHING.”