Paul IS PSYCHIC! We were teasing him last night after mom went to bed. After living in Germany, he was nonplussed by
anything we could throw at him. Tough-skinned little 'pus!
So, Taj taunted him to make a prediction about mom!
He grew quiet and thoughtful, turned those big eyes inwards, and remained unmoving for a nonosecond.
"Mom will wake up tomorrow morning with a half-eaten pop tart in her bed," he calmly informed us.
WHAT THE?!@@#$%#!
WE LAUGHED SO HARD THAT WE ALL ROLLED ON OUR BACKS AND HAD TO HOLD IN OUR LITTLE (EDITOR: NOT SO LITTLE) TUMMIES WITH OUR WEE LITTLE FEET, CONVULSING WITH HYSTERICAL GIGGLES!
It was fun. We decided to name Paul the "Psycho Psychic" Octopus!
UNTIL...
This morning mom came out of the bedroom, bleary-eyed, with a puzzled expression on her already permanently puzzled
face, and informed us that she did not understand life. "Would you guys believe I woke up with a half-eaten pop tart in my
bed this morning? Was I sleepwalking last night, fellas?"
We froze. Looked at one another. Said not a word.
"Well, I don't get it," she mumbled, tumbling into the kitchen for some coffee. "Don't get it, that's something Edwin
would do, not me, don't get it, don't get it..."
Paul IS PSYCHIC! If his flawless World Cup predictions didn't prove it, this absolutely DID.
EEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW......are we gonna have some fun with Paul, the Psychic Octopus!
love,
YumYum
