…at least when the kids are gone. But when silence and kids are present at the same time, it usually means some sort of mischief is taking place.
It’s never a good sign when the noise that fills a child occupied house suddenly disappears. That’s when I take notice. I’m able to tune out screaming and crying and pleading and poking, but oh the silence is deafening. So after hearing Finn play the same song from a game over and over and over again, it went silent and I perked up. But I was momentarily distracted and went back to work. Before I knew it, 20 minutes went by and noise had not resumed. I pictured paint strewn across my white carpet or candy stashes depleted, but when I finally went to catch mischief in action, this is what I found:
There’s no sweeter silence in the world.