Turns out (as I learned as a live-in nanny), eyes in the back of the head is real. Those "eyes" are EVERY reflective surface in range. I always got frustrated cries "How did you know? Your back was to us!" when I would tell them, "Don't even think about it," when shenanigans were b starting.
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Wait until your father gets home.
You will be the death of me.
Dad was in and out of prison.
Cancer got her.
I am not.