My grandma revealed to my father at his 50th birthday that mothers actually cannot look through walls after all.
When he was a child it was a common occurrence that while their mother was in the living room and he was in the children’s room with his sister the mother would warn him to stop pestering his sister despite a wall being between the rooms. He was flabbergasted at how she knew what he was about to do. And she told him that mothers could see through walls. He never noticed the wardrobe with the mirroring glass doors in the corridor between the rooms.
My mom’s common saying was that she has eyes on the back of her head, when she was simply reacting to the room becoming suspiciously quiet.
Then you open it up…
and the whole damn thing has lines and paragraphs underlined with markers in different colors.Take it so your children may find it one day and keep the cycle going.
A bookshelf is the perfect hiding place for something like this.
“The Fragrant P”, you have a book about eating asparagus?
What’s wrong with owning The Fragrant Place? It’s a great book…anyways, pass the glue.
“Don’t worry scro”
“She’s a pilot now.”
