My cousin Lyse is spending the weekend at my house to watch the younger demonspawn while I am away on my romantic weekend with Geoffrey (the elder demonspawn is off at an SCA event with my ex, Robert). Occasionally there are eerie moments between us that convince me we are at least a little telepathic.

Last night we were talking about something totally unrelated, and Lyse piped up with (and these were her exact words), “What’s that guy who writes those poems?”

I replied, “Shel Silverstein.”

“Yeah! That’s him!” she replied. Then we realized how creepy it was that I knew exactly what she was talking about from such a vague question. Neither of us even owns any Shel Silverstein books.

Freaky shit like that happens all the time between us. I keep telling her that we need to stop sharing the same brainwave…