Sometimes They Surprise Me

The sudden realization that silence has settled over the house always strikes terror in my soul.

Silence almost always means T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

During silent times, I've found entire vats of hand sanitizer dumped on the floor, 

dresser drawers completely emptied,

diapers and wipes strewn all over the house, 

entire boxes of cereal dumped on the floor and ground into the carpet, 

kids covered in makeup, lotion and vaseline 

and many more heinous crimes.

So when I stepped out of the shower the other day and realized that I hadn't heard so much as a peep for quite a while, I ran dripping wet through the house with a towel wrapped around me searching for the horrors that were surely awaiting.

But to my surprise, this is what I found...

Two little angels lying on a mattress reading books.

While the third quietly played with his cars on the train table downstairs.

 

Hmmmm, maybe silence isn't always a bad thing....