intuition

Overheard in the McDimple family room while we were digesting our gargantuan Mother's Day brunch...

Mom: What time are you heading home tonight?

Yours Truly: I don't know... about 6:00-ish?

Mom (giggling): Better watch out that you don't get your feet attacked by that weirdo on the subway.

Yours Truly (mouth agape): ... Um, uh...

To clarify, my parents know NOTHING about my personal run-in with the toe sucker.

Yours Truly (only slightly recovered from the shock): Oh my God, I know, right? [forced laughter] Say, did I tell about my friend's friend's friend who got her armpit licked on the subway?

I successfully changed the topic (armpit licking is good that way), took the focus off of me and put a stop to the knowing looks and concealed gasps and giggles circulating amongst the other McDimples girls.

My mother's intuition is so fine-tuned and spot on... even when she doesn't realize it! And it FREAKS.ME.OUT.