The Mom Behind the Curtain

Some days I sense a possible gap between my perceived credibility as an authority figure and the image my children have of me.

In my mind, I envision myself as a great big disembodied head shouting "The Great and Terrible Oz has spoken" amidst shooting flames.

Whereas my kids see a wimpy magician from Kansas who fiddles with knobs behind the curtain and fools no one.

How did they detect my secret identity so readily?