When the snark catches up with me

Earlier, Child 2 comes into the room crying. Between sobs he manages to choke out the following: "I wanted cake but you didn't bring me any. I thought you could read my mind!" sob.

Oooohhhhhhh. Right. See, at some point in the past 5 1/2 years I may have told him, jokingly, that I can read his mind. And while he's an excellent snark protege so far, he's still only 5. And, unlike that time when I told him I had eyes in the back of my head, and then he pulled up my hair and checked, and was able to confirm for himself that I was lying, there's really no confirmation test for telepathy that he could do. Sorry, dude.

I gave him cake.

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