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Posted Jan 8, 2004 by Prideth - Queen dragon - protector of otters, and otternuts alike
Just one of the things my mother told me when I was wee, was that she could see through walls, and so always knew what I was doing. She also said that she could hear every word I'd said, so.... ....that didn't half keep me out of trouble!
Prideth 
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Posted Jan 8, 2004 by psycho42
Sounds like my mom's, "I have eyes in the back of my head" speech!! I know what you mean though, didn't stop me either.
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Posted Jan 8, 2004 by Vestboy II not playing the Telegram Game at U726319
My sister could in a way. Her kitchen door has a very shiny surface and when my nieces and nephews were nicking biscuits out of the draw or opening the fridge for goodies she would see the reflection in the door and shout out "Stop doing that!"
They were absolutely convinced she could see through walls
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Posted Jan 10, 2004 by Barney's Bucksaws
Yes, I got the "eyes in the back of my head" thing. My Mom knew my brother and I so well, and she had such good hearing, it seemed at times that she did! When I was an older 'teen I was doing Mom's hair, and, for a joke I parted and re-parted the back. When she asked me what I was doing, I told her I was looking for her eyes. She thought it was funny, too. She used to watch my brother's eyes, lovely eyes that showed just what he was thinking, and she'd just say "Jimmy, don't you even contemplate that". Got him every time! As a sister, I loved it.
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Posted Jan 10, 2004 by Prideth - Queen dragon - protector of otters, and otternuts alike
 I loved your story of parting your Mom's hair at the back to try to find her other eyes...
They do say that the eyes are the windows to the soul  ...
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Posted Jan 13, 2004 by psycho42
Barney,
I've done the same thing to my mom before.
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Posted Jan 14, 2004 by Barney's Bucksaws
We were raised with a great deal of humour. Discipline was firm and consistant, but there was always time for fun and foolishness. It made for a happy life, and some truly rediculous memories.
An honourary Auntie (not a blood relative) is reputed to be a white witch. When she had her children cleaning their rooms, her youngest boy would do the hide-it-under-the-bed job then tell his Mom he was done. She'd tell him she could see a little green lie right in the corner of his eye. He'd go back to his room yelling, "Tell me you're not a witch, Mommy!"
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