An assumption that just happened to be correct

This evening, I was driving the mini-van, with all three children in the middle/back, and they were talking more-or-less nonstop, as is their wont.  But suddenly, when we got to a stoplight and I started scribbling notes onto a piece of paper, Daniel drew his own conclusion as to what I was up to, as he issued the directive:  "Stop writing about us."

Somehow, this seven-year-old had figured out entirely on his own that I was gathering notes from the day's great quotations for transfer to the blogosphere.

Once in awhile, children just seem to have that uncanny sixth sense...

(November 9, 2013)