Patrick climbed into the car today and announced, "I know what I'm going to be for Halloween."
"I thought you weren't doing Halloween this year."
"Yeah, well, I am now. Ben and I are going to do a duo costume thing and go together."
"Oh," I said. "Good. You should do something for Halloween. It'll be fun. What have you two decided?"
"OK. Right. Ben is going to go as a baseball bat."
"So I am going to go as... ?"
"A pinata," I said, promptly.
Patrick's jaw dropped and he swiveled in his seat to look at me. "OH MY GOD!" he howled. "How did you know that?!"
"I know everything."
"Obviously," he said and shook his head as if to clear it. "Wow. I cannot believe you knew that. Pinata. Whoa. Scary."
Of course, the truth is that I am simply the world's foremost authority on how Patrick's mind works - a position which pays surprisingly little - but it was, without question, my finest moment of parental omniscience.
I enjoyed it hugely.