When you have children, a quiet house is a thing of mystery. It is rare that both of my kids will be reading at the same time and even if they are, there is bound to be an argument. “Stop making so much noise when you turn the page! Gosh!”
Not to mention the fact that silence usually equals trouble. When my daughter was younger and playing quietly it inevitably meant she was cleaning her tea party set. Though it wasn’t so much cleaning as it was pouring water all over the bathroom floor. To wipe it up, she would use every hand towel we owned.
My son is never quiet. He talks to his toys, to the TV and to me. A lot. So, when he was playing upstairs with friends the other night and I couldn’t hear him, I should have known something was up. I’m just glad he used tape and not glue.
Notice the complete lack of facial movement. A smile would have likely pulled his eyelashes out.
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