Those inappropriate things I took out of Roxie and Lila's suitcase last week when we were packing for Phoenix? All the long sleeve dresses and pants they wouldn't need in the desert...

It's a good thing my mom bought each of the girls a new raincoat for next fall; they've gotten great use covering sundresses in the 60-something Arizona rain this week.

Turns out my niece's outdoor graduation ceremony was a high school football packed with families huddles close under blankets, tilting umbrellas to block the sideways rain. There was more hot chocolate than cold water.

Turns out we could have used the long sleeves and then some.

Turns out, as usual, kids know a lot more about what they are doing than we think.

They always know, the little psychics. My girls mirror back feelings before I'm even aware I'm having them.

It's amazing what people can tune in to before their brains are cluttered with the day to day static of grocery lists, work projects, and endless to-do lists.

I'm not saying the random winter clothes my 3-year-old packed was fortune telling; I chalk that up to coincidence.

But other things, like the state of their families — our small kids know way more than we think.

Doesn't matter what you say or don't say, how carefully you chose words when talking to your husband, or how you try to stage the state of your marriage.

They pick-up the truth beneath the veneer. Might as well be a picture window.

They see everything. And, for all the time I spent trying to hide the problems in my marriage, my kids have been much happier and visibly better adjusted since I left.

Now that I know they see, I'm not trying to hide anything.