"Mommy, do this!" my little one demands, pointing at something only she understands.
I pause. Does she mean exactly what she said? Or does she mean something completely different?
One time, she asked me to put her teddy on the bed. I did. She cried. Wrong move. What she actually wanted was for me to tuck Teddy under the blanket, pat him goodnight, and then—very importantly—walk away backward.
Another time, she asked for juice. I double-checked. “Juice, right?” Yes, yes, juice! I poured it. “No! I want water!”
And honestly? I think I deserve an award in mind-reading.