It's dormant no longer.
I have the gift of sight, I tell you!
Scene: Dining room, after dinner
Medium Fry: Can I watch TV?
Me: No. You've watched TV all day, except for when you were outside helping Daddy.
Hubby: You can read a book or play a game or go do something else. You don't need more TV.
Medium exits hallway to den. There's a mild harrumph and the sound of Duckie being picked up.
Several moments later:
Me: Medium, are you sitting on the couch with your thumb in your mouth?
Hubby cracks up and shakes his head, keeping his chortling vewwy, vewwy quiet...
Me: Are you sitting on the couch with your thumb in your mouth?
Medium [unapologetically]: I was...
Me: Thumb out, please.
Hubby [still chuckling]: She's good!
Me [stage whispering]: I can see through walls!