Mini-Poirot in the making…

When I came in, dad greeted me from the kitchen and asked how playing at Crystal's was. He hadn't asked any questions, and I hadn't told him where I was going. It drove me nuts when he'd do that. This was a game he played with me. He could nearly always tell me what time I'd gotten home, what I'd done while I was there, how long I'd been there, and where I'd gone if I left. All without asking any questions. When I pressed him about how he did it, halfway convinced he was psychic, he'd just shake his head and say I could do it too, I just needed to pay attention.