We’re driving home.
Me and the 9-year-old.
Staring across me out of the window as I drive.
Suddenly she hunches and draws up her knees, her hands go to her mouth and she cackles out a “Whoops.”
Me: “What’s up M?”
Miss M: “I was imagining I was controlling a man in the park with my mind, and he just walked into a bin. Snort. Giggle.”
I have no words.