Just kidding...but that's how it feels right now.
I'm downstairs in my office. My door is open, and there is no door at the top OR bottom of the stairs - just a straight open shot up the stairs. My DH is cooking and playing music, and I can hear my younger two goofing around. My 9 year old is *supposed* to be reading.
I've called his name and told him to do his homework at least 1/2 a dozen times - LOUDLY. VERY. LOUDLY. Nothing. No response. No one heard a thing.
So...if I, oh I don't know, broke my ankle or was DYING and needed help and yelled out - no one would apparently hear me, LOL.
And yet...if DH and I are discussing the kids - especially something that might be interesting to them (like presents or punishments) - quietly, under our breath, in the garage - they would hear it from across the house...they always do. LOL
Gotta love selective hearing!