My wife is in the process of becoming a superhero.
A few nights ago, I woke when I sensed Mimi had left the bed. When she came back, I asked what happened.
Mimi: "Oh...I heard a ziploc of kibble fall down downstairs in the kitchen."
She heard it through numerous layers of flooring, on the opposite side of the house. Also it was a cellophane-thick bag which fell from a pretty low height.
It was kind of crazy. Now I know that the days of planning her birthday on one side of the house while she's on the other are over.
I'm taking nominations for superhero names.
I suppose that's the mom-hearing kicking in :)
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