I’m sitting on the couch watching something pointless on television when Fleegle starts nudging the back of my head with his nose, and it’s not just a nose bump, but more like he’s a pig rooting for truffles.
“Fleegle, what are you doing?”
“Where are they?”
“Where are what?”
He stops nudging the back of my head. “I overheard someone say you had eyes in the back of your head.”
“That’s a figure of speech.”
“Just something people say to imply you knew they were coming when you actually didn’t know they were.”
“So you have no eyes in the back of your head?”
“No,” I say and adjust my glasses for watching television.
“Then where are they? I heard someone else call you four eyes.”