And then he picked up the cymbals.
Oh. Wait. How..?
How did he hear me say it, from across the room, when he was involved in another conversation, with kids running around making noise? Does he have some magical sense that makes it so he hears every word I say if I'm within fifty feet of wherever he is? Is that possible?
Was this a peace offering? Was it the world's strangest form of an olive branch?
Or was it me just trying to make something out of nothing?
