Last night my mom, remembered an episode of my childhood. Out of the blue I asked her if I would ever be able to read minds… telepathy looked more alluring than wasting time playing with dolls.
My mother, as a very pragmatic woman answered with a plain, short, “No.”
Because she already knew what kind of curious brat I was. And right away a chirping “why” followed.
“It’s simply impossible. What do you need that for anyway?”