“I can hear what you’re thinking,” Miss6 whispered into my ear this morning.
She and her sister, Miss8, had joined Tracey and I in bed sometime between goodnight and why does it feel like there’s a knee in my back?
“Go on then,” I whispered, hoping she could because I was thinking fairly loudly she should be quiet so I could go back to sleep.
Then I flipped out a bit.
Apparently, unlike in the Marvel universe, being able to read minds involves placing the receiving head gently, stealthily and without any forewarning onto the transmitting head. All of a sudden I had a face full of hair which, to my uncaffeinated, slumber-deprived mind, felt like someone had just lightly lowered a spider’s webs onto my face.
“Shhhh,” Miss6 admonished me when I screamed and began slapping myself stupid.
At which point Miss8 showed how her super power was almost the exact opposite of her little sister’s – she could place thoughts into someone’s head.
“He’s thinking about Mum’s boobies, isn’t he,” Miss8 accused from the other side of the bed.
And what do you know? Now I was.
I felt Miss6 sit up and then place a hand on each side of my face.
Her hands were warm. And even though I’d have preferred her hands, along with the rest of her, was in her own bed on the other side of the house, her clasping my checks wasn’t an unpleasant experience. Unlike a couple of seconds later when I let out my second scream for the morning.
She reefed my head over so I faced her.
“Stop smiling and let me focus,” she instructed me.
This time I knew to expect the walking through spider-webs sensation as she put her head on mine so I remained calm.
Several seconds passed.
And then, for the second this morning, I was amazed as a child of mine revealed their super power.
“You’re thinking,” said Miss6 finally, “why on Earth is she doing this?”
Come get ’em, Professor X. Only try not to wake me. After the night I just had I need sleep.