My mother has told me the story:
When I was little, four or younger, I would know when my Mamaw was going to call us or stop by. Mamaw was proficient with her ESP and it must have been rubbing off on me. I’d be playing, doing whatever, I’d stop and announce, “Mamaw’s coming over” or “Mamaw’s gonna call”. And she would.
Between then and now my ESP was virtually nonexistent. I’ve never had it to the degree that Mamaw did. Today, though, I believe my powers are returning. We were sitting down to dinner. I had just poured the milk and Reagan asked for chai tea. I got out the chai syrup and she asked to pour it. Being the control freak that I am this was very hard for me allow. Knowing that she’s going to need to know how to pour things on her own before she leaves the house I had to acquiesce. As she was gripping the totally full chai mixture with my hands quivering above hers my mind thought, “she’s going to spill this. What cute little quip am I going to use on twitter?”
Nothing happened though. Not until we were comfortably seated and in full eating mode. You know, once Mom is finally done getting everything for everybody and has truly sat down to be able to enjoy her meal? We were in that eating mode. Reagan took a sip of her milk, attempted to set it back down on the table, and ended up spilling it everywhere.
SEE! ESP! I knew she was going to spill her milk. Some people may try to pass this off as something every young kid does on a regular basis. No. I’m claiming it. Next stop, my own 900 number and a name change to Miss Chloe.