So I’m driving the kids home from school the other day. We’d finished our usual “How was your day?” and “So what did you learn?” yada, yada.. routine and were driving along in silence. Zoë had her head in a book, Zane was staring out of the window and for once, Zia and the twins had elected to forgo their typical afterschool backseat battles and were riding along peacefully.
It was almost eerie.
My mind began to wander, as it often does, to the things I needed to do when we arrived back home. To things that have little or no significance. To just things.
I flitted my way from thought to thought, not spending too great a time on any.
“The check,” I thought. And then audibly, “Did I remember to…” and then back to silence.
But before I had even completed the sequence in my head Zane blurted out, “write the check to Mr. M for Zoë’s tutoring? Yes, you did.”
A shiver went up my spine and I nearly ran off the road.
“Zane, how in the world did you know that was what I was thinking??”
“Oh. I can read minds,” he said as nonchalantly as if he were stating that the sky is blue.
“That is just freaky!” And then I added, ” Maybe we should go get a lottery ticket.”
“Dad, I said I can read minds — not predict the future. Seriously!”
“Little smartass!!” I silently thought, keeping the words to myself. Though when I checked the rear view mirror and noted the Cheshire Cat grin on his face, I’m not so sure.