Somehow, my mother always knew when I did something wrong. She could be in another room, in another town, hell, even in another state, when the offense occurred and she still was creepily aware of our transgressions. She jokingly told my siblings and I that she had eyes in the back of her head, that being a mom allowed her to be all-seeing and all-knowing. I realized that this super power was passed on to me when I became a mother. The eyes in the back of my head have come in handy numerous times, like when candy was pilfered from the cabinet or when my collector’s edition book suddenly had a new autograph added to it. As I’ve explained to my kiddos, this is a super power they’ll get when they become parents. Until then, they can keep lifting up my hair looking for my extra eyes.