I asked Bubs if he agreed with the text I just finished writing to his dad and if he would like to add something. He asked how I knew he was reading over my shoulder. I reminded him about the eyes in the back of my head. He was, once again, enthralled with how I seem to know things when he doesn’t think I can see him. He said when he grows up he wants to be a coroner so he can check me out once I am dead to see what those eyes look like.
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