A Back Eye
“Daddy,” my five year old asked. “Does mommy have a back eye?”
I was making breakfast, still feeling a little blurry from a late night playtest the previous evening. “What?” I yawned. “No, no I don’t think so. Why would she have a black eye?”
“No,” he tugged on my pajama pantleg. ”A backeye, does she have a backeye?”
“No. They’re brown. The same as yours and mine.”
“A backeye,” he shouted. “Not a black eye, a backeye!”
He reached back and fluffed up the hair on the back of his head. “You know, a back eye. A back eye.”
Ah. His mom has been maintaining the idea that she has eyes in the back of her head (click here for details). I handed him his plate of waffles. “Oh,” I said. “You mean eyes in the back of her head. You’ll have to ask her. I’m staying out of that.”
He stared at me for several heartbeats, but I was wearing my “inscrutable daddy” face. Finally, he let out a frustrated sigh and carried his plate to the table.
All mothers have eyes in the back of their heads!
DO NOT DISCOURAGE THIS FINE IDEA!!!!!
even if they trip over their own feet going forward……