Friday, September 2, 2011

September 2, 2011

Quiet is normally a dangerous thing in our house. It typically means that at least one of the wild things is up to no good. So you can imagine my fear when I noticed an eerily quiet house as I made breakfast this morning. But much to my cynical surprise, this is how I found them. Shame on me for assuming the worst!

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