Last night, after a long weekend from which we were about to escape unscathed, I walked out of the scrap room to see Bee kind of squatting with her arms out, hands up, fingers splayed, like she’s juggling an invisible watermelon or two.
Me: Bee, what are you *doing*?
Bee: I’m trying to move the chair. From far away. *With my mind!!!*
And then I swear to god she taps her fingers together like she has an evil, evil plan in mind.
Me, slightly terrified: Okay, well, either go practice your telekinetic powers in the living room, or go to bed.
No, I didn’t check on the chair this morning. Because if anyone were going to start displaying scary superpowers suddenly and without warning…