Someone. Anyone. Explain this to me.
How, exactly, does a child who "can't hear you" from three feet away seem to know instinctively that you have sat down to relax/eat/unwind or what-have-you from all the way across the house?
For an hour they played quietly in the playroom. They put together puzzles, made parades with their Fisher-Price "dudes," read books, and rewound a Wallace & Gromit cassette seventy-eleven times.
The nanosecond I sat down with a plate of pepper crackers and spicy cheese curds, they were all over me like Velcro Monkeys™.
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I'm almost sure it was the wrapper to your crackers. That crinkling noise sets off an internal alarm.
It's a radar they have. I could spend half the day sitting on my butt doing nothing, but as soon as I get on the phone, it's suddenly crisis-ville!
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