Latently Psychic

I'm starting to think that Joey might be. Silly, and I don't really think so, but he's done a couple of things lately that make stop and think, at least.

The first was a couple of weeks ago. The phone rang, and Joey piped up, "Nanny!" Sure enough, it was. No big deal; kids barely seem to know what they're saying most of the time. Last week, I was going through some old stuffed animals after the kids went down and pulled out a Lightning McQueen pillow that had been in a bin for months. When Joey woke up in the morning, I told him I had something for him (the pillow was on the recliner downstairs). "Yitening McQueen piyyow!" he says. That struck me as weird, but he did have another pillow with Lightning McQueen on it, and maybe he was thinking of that. The real kicker was on the weekend.

On Saturday we had both kids out and both cars. On the way home, I was following Julie. She pulled into the driveway, but Sam and I kept going to take a peek at a yard sale down the street. Apparently, although Julie didn't know I wasn't following any more, Joey said, "Daddy drive away!" A couple of minutes later, after a text and a phone call from Julie (neither of which I answered before I got home), once again Joey spoke up: "Here he comes!" At that point, of course, I came around the corner and pulled into the driveway.

I know, in most of my head, that it's nothing. In most of my head.

But still...