Papa said that I can see for three minutes, and see the future starting from now and ending three minutes later. I know that she is about to knock over a bottle of salad dressing, which will ruin her favorite dress, and then she will yell at me why I didn't remind her.
I thanked her for accepting the monster that I was, but I could never forgive her for her poor arithmetic.
Then in those fifteen seconds of blank time that I couldn't foresee, I would shrug at her: "Honey, I said it countless times, it's 165 seconds."