My daughter tells me that I have a super power: I can shoot lava out of my fingertips. I wish she would remember that when she's being cranky. And maybe tell her brother while she's at it, too.
Just think, if I were a heroine in a romance novel, I'd accidentally kill or maim someone as I grew into my superpowers and my prince charming (in this case, my husband) would tell me it was ok. Not that I want to maim or kill someone.
Anyway, my daughter is also convinced I have bat ears. Probably because I told her I have bat ears. She's also really bad at whispering.
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