Numbers 5, 6, and 7 were playing very nicely this morning.
So nicely that I was able to get a bunch of stuff done.
Number 5 was doing her own thing.
Numbers 6 and 7 were playing together in the playroom.
They were fairly quiet.
Quiet enough that I was sure they were doing something wrong.
I looked in on them periodically while I cleaned up and put away laundry.
Every time I checked in on them, they were behaving and cooperating.
I kind of let my guard down.
I lost track of time, and I was in the kitchen.
Number 6 came running through the kitchen and into the mudroom.
“Mommy! It’s okay. We aw doing NOTHING!”
He ran out of the mudroom and back through the kitchen carrying a broom.
“What is the broom for?” I asked him.
“It’s not foh the mess that Numbuh 7 made!” he said, and he sprinted back to the playroom.
One of these days…
One of these days, I’ll learn my lesson.
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My son is only two but I have already learned that if he is quietly “playing” alone, something bad is about to happen. Is it wrong that sometimes I take my chances anyway just to get a couple of things done?
Ahahhaha, you must be more worried when they get quiet because surely they are doing something fishy. LOL
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