The problems started when Kusuo turned a month old. That is when he began to walk. It was a great thing until it wasn't. We hadn't babyproofed the house yet and Kusuo was toddling around ready to explore the world. He has flown through the window several times when we didn't keep a close eye on him and the window.
I remember the first time we got a real taste of what a psychic baby meant.
It had been like any other day. I had come home from a long day at work licking boots and shoes when I saw a flash of pink on my way through the front gate.
There levitating in the bushes was my little chubby Kusuo with a pacifier in his mouth.
We stared at each other for about a minute or so before I put him under my arm like a ball and entered my home.
"See what I found out in the bushes! A little pink-haired psychic baby!" Kusuke came thundering around the corner and looked relieved at seeing Kusuo in my arms. "Kusuo!"
Little Kusuo giggled and levitated himself out of my arms and into Kusuke's waiting ones. Ani!
I looked at the two and smiled a little to myself before I crossed my arms and wiped the smile off my face. "Now why was Kusuo outside? So close to going outside the gates?"
Kusuke flushed darkly and held Kusuo close. "Mommy was going out to buy some vegetables she had forgotten to buy yesterday and let me watch over Kusuo. I was just going to the bathroom and when I came out he was already gone!"
This was one of the times I was thankful that I had a genius for a son because his vocabulary was much easier to follow than a normal child's.
I patted Kusukes's head and lead him to the living room. "Let us see if we can figure out how Kusuo got away" I looked at the pink-haired baby in Kusuke's arms, "Unless the culprit wants to speak up?"
Little Kusuo mimicked Kurumi´s pout and pointed towards an open window, Window.
My month-year-old son had escaped through a window. That was just the beginning of all the problems, for soon his mind-reading abilities grew.