My five year old son can predict the future, but only when we’re in the car.
The first time it happened, it completely freaked me out. We were running errands when he piped up from the back seat and said, “Mom, the phone is ringing at home.”
I replied, “Uh…well, maybe. We don’t know if the phone is ringing, because we’re in the car.”
Then my cell phone rang.
It was my husband and I immediately asked him if he had just called the house, and he said, “Yes”. I was in shock.
The second time he used his sixth sense, we were driving home from an occupational therapy appointment when he said, “Grandma and Grandpa are coming over.”
I told him that, in fact, they were not coming over. Grandma and Grandpa live two hours away.
When we got home, guess who called? Grandma and Grandpa were going to be in town in a couple of days and wanted to stop by.
Those two events were just happenstance, right? Just weird luck. So the kid is good at guessing…it’s nothing more.
But yesterday, I took him to a doctor’s appointment for his finger and it happened again. A few weeks ago, he let a stranger get too close to him while he was playing and I lectured him about it. Since then, he has been very frightened of people he doesn’t know. (Note to self: Ease up on the lectures.)
So when we pulled into the doctor’s parking lot, I was surprised when he looked out the window at a man standing in front of the building and said, “Mom, that man is nice.”
I said, “He probably is. He’s a stranger, but because I’m with you it’s okay if you want to say hi.”
Say hi? He gave the poor guy a complete run-down of his missing fingertip.
And, when we were walking away the man shouted, “Ma’am! Thank you for letting me speak to your son today. Thank you for sharing his smile, and yours.”
Today I’m taking my boy to the drive-thru carry out, where he will fill out his very first lottery ticket.