In a house with kids you can have quiet play time and ... silence. Silence is usually a bad sign. You are going along, minding your own business thinking about how nice silence sounds and then ....
BAM!
You realize that it is silent. No good can come of this.
Usually it involves writing on walls, poop on the floor, somebody tied up somewhere....
So last night when I was giving Mae a bath (Bob was at work) I suddenly realized that there was silence. Complete silence. I went rushing out of the bathroom to see what Russell was up to.
When I rounded into the living room I saw this:
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| Two siblings, reading books. Nicely. Together. On the couch. Of course Mr. Poser heard the camera and had to give his cheesy grin. |
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| I wanted him to go back to "reading" but he just wouldn't comply. |
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| Sister, isn't it so funny when mommy wants us to just act natural? |
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