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Approx 17 years ago I was sitting in our kitchen w my second daughter who was around 4 at the time. We were sitting at one of those small wooden childrens table and chair sets. 

She was eating a bowl of Spaghetti-O’s and I was keeping her company. For some reason we were talking about my maternal grandmother whom we called Oma. I was extremely close to her and she had passed away years before.

Anyway all of a sudden the bowl shot across the table and stopped at the opposite corner. My little one looked at me and asked “Did that just happen?” I said yes. 

Couldn’t believe it. 

Oma must have been listening 

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