Not Going To Put The Matter To Bed

(It is the day before Mother’s Day. A little boy, around seven or eight years old, comes up with his dad to buy a cake and a card.)

Me: *to the boy* “So, are you going to make breakfast in bed for your mom tomorrow?”

Boy: *in awe, with wide eyes* “How did you know I was gonna do that?”

Me: “I’m psychic!”

(At this point the dad has just finished paying, and as they are walking away I hear this:)

Boy: *to his dad, still in awe* “But, Dad! How did she know I was gonna do that?”