My youngest was a terror until she was about six. She attended a Montessori preschool and I had to pry her off my neck while she screamed every morning (talk about mom guilt). When I picked her up in the afternoon, she’d invariably break out into a fit by the time we reached the car. One day I told her “you know I miss you all day and then when I pick you up, you cry and scream. Maybe you want to stay here a little longer?” (I knew she didn’t, was just trying a new anti-hissy fit approach). She screamed at the top of her lungs “NO, I WANT TO BE WITH MY FAMILY!!!” Ok then. I quit my job when she started half day kindergarten and she soon found out staying home with mom was boring. She started going happily to school after that.
Not exactly funny, but one night I was lying in bed with my oldest who was about three at the time. I was thinking random thoughts about my neighbor, who gave her boys and husband horrible haircuts. At that same moment my daughter said, “Mommy, don’t give me a haircut.” Cue Twilight Zone music.
She had another psychic moment one evening while taking a bath with me. She was about the same age. I was facing her reading an article about rafting in Outside magazine. This time she told me “Mommy, I don’t want to go in the river.” I turned the magazine around to see if the was a photo of a river on the cover. Nope. Unfortunately her psychic abilities ended there. I think. ?