Overheard at my house, as part of the conversation between two 10-year-olds and an 8-year-old:

“Will you be the mom in our game? You get super powers!”

Ooo! I want to play!

I have no idea if this game was about a family of superheroes, or whether they just think that being a mom automatically confers super-ocity.

Either way, I could do with some superstuff.

Specifically …

– Eyes in the Back of My Head. I know they always say moms have these, but mine seem to have cataracts. Who left the wet towel on the bedroom carpet? Who forgot to put away the milk? Who ate the last piece of bread in the house and didn’t bother to mention it when I was making out my shopping list? They all chorus, “Not meeee,” and I don’t have a clue.

– Supersonic Speed. Yesterday, Slightly Older Princess had to be at violin from 3:30 to 4 p.m. and Little Princess had basketball from 4 to 5:30, at separate locations a half-hour’s drive apart. Had to pull in reinforcements for that one.

–Laser Cleaning Vision with Extra Bleach. I can clear that cat barf with a single glance! POOF!

– Abs of steel. Just because.