Eyes in the back of my head...

I often catch Collin in the middle of mischief.  I mean the boy finds an opportunity for naughty business and he has a hard time turning it down.  He always asks "how did you see me mommy?".  I tell him "I have mommy eyes and sometimes I can see you even though you can't see me."  I mean after all, this IS true, I often sneak attack up on him when he doesn't see it coming.

So yesterday, while making dinner,  I send Mr. Mischievous to his room to play alone for a bit because he simply can not leave his sister alone.  He is awfully quiet in there, a definite clue that I need to further investigate.  I go in and find that all the screws from his book sling (which is attached to the wall) are all laid out on the floor.

"Collin why are these screws all over the floor?"

"I took them out."

"Collin why would you do that?"

"Well I guess your mommy eyes don't work while you are cooking dinner!"

I have no words...