When things go quiet, those of us with preschoolers know this usually means something naughty is going on. When this happens, I often find T1 sitting underneath the dining room table munching biscuits he’s stolen from the kitchen (by using the stool from his keyboard to reach high enough to grab the biscuit tin!) or find T2 at the dining room table playing with the glitter glue.
The other day, as I was clearing up the lunch things I started to get suspicious as I hadn’t heard voices for a whole two minutes. I found T2 walking around the house wearing Husband’s wellie boots and his Toy Story sunglasses. He was most pleased with himself. T1 was rolling around on the floor attempting to get my pink flowery wellies on.
I couldn’t stop laughing as T2 tried to walk up and down the hallway in giant wellies that were as long as his legs. It was one of those very rare moments of quiet that turned out to be completely innocent. Apart from the trail of mud he left behind.