“Daddy, what’s that?” Kyle asked from the back seat of the minivan.
“What’s what?” I asked.
“That what I’m pointing at!”
“I can’t see what you’re pointing at when I’m driving,” I said.
“What about your eyes in the back of your head?” he asked.
Uh-oh. Mommies and daddies have eyes in the back of their heads, I told him a few weeks ago.
“Those eyes can only see you when you’re being bad,” I said, adding one more sticky strand to the web.