Ginger made a bold prediction yesterday.
Ginger: "I know what your birthday surprise is going to be when you turn 40 next month."
Me: "Oh, really?" (secretly hoping she's not really going to reveal something and spoil my birthday surprise)
Ginger: "Yup. Your surprise next month will be getting pregnant again."
Me: "Ummm... yeah, that's not going to happen. Boy, that would be a surprise, though."
Ginger: "Oh, it's going to happen. I know. I have the Inner Eye."
Hmm... maybe it's time to put a ban on Harry Potter books. A charlatan, that's what that girl is. Nothing but a charlatan. All of this "predicting-the-future" stuff is rubbing off on Big, too, it seems. A few weeks ago he told me that I'm going to have another baby when Edith is four. He says he's positive about it. All of this talk makes me nervous, I know that. And it's something about the look in their eyes. Maybe I should send them to work at a carnival.