Me: (Thinking to myself at the store.) Wow, that jacket is soooo nice! 58 bucks? Husband would kick my ass. But maybe I should get it anyways, I could lie and say I used the money for groceries.
Son: (Yelling out of nowhere) MOM! The DEVIL is right in front of you!
Me: (Jaw dropping)
I was officially freaked out by my own child. We have never talked about Beelzebub in our house as we are much more of a "God is love" kind of household than a fire and brimstone one. Though I will admit there was that one time I shrieked, "God knows when you lie to mommy!" when son was pretending he hadn't urinated into the cold air return vent. But ever since son was born he has had this odd knack for guessing what's on my mind. I'll be thinking about him and he'll come up and ask if I called his name out loud. Actually, I've tested this and it works nearly every time. And he often goes for the phone before it rings, or announces that someone is at the door before they knock.
Because I have a hearing loss husband has been pretty quick to dismiss this all as hooey, saying the phone did ring but didn't hear it. Until recently, when I was tapering off a new medication and having those nasty withdrawal nightmares. Every time I would whimper quietly, or toss and turn son would wake up and walk into our room. Then he would climb into bed with me and I would settle down. I wasn't loud, he just seemed to know and husband swears that no matter how much he tried to comfort me it was only when son came into the bed that I settled down.
I think the strangest experience, before our meeting with Satan, was when son was around 2 or 3. Whenever he was sick we would bring him into bed with us so we could keep watch on his fevers. Well, he had been running a temperature that night and so he slept in our bed. The next morning he woke up and started running around the house saying, "Where is he? Where is the little boy?". I tried to explain that he had a dream about a little boy but he was convinced that he had been talking to a small guy with curly brown hair. Son claimed that the boy had stood by our bed and wanted to climb in. Son slept in our bed later that same night and the next morning I asked him if the little boy came again. Son said, "Yes, he wanted to climb into the bed again but you wouldn't let him. You told him he had to go home because this was our house now, not his and so he left."
Freaky man. Has your child ever given you the ghostly heeby jeebies?