It's 8:52am and I am cleaning up breakfast and the boys are upstairs.
All is quiet.
Just because things are quiet doesn't mean they're getting into trouble. They could be reading books.
How is it that after 3.5 years of having kids I am still delusional at times?
Then I hear,
Jude, can I have a piece?
A piece of what?
A piece of toothpaste! Jude's eating toothpaste!