Any parent knows that silence is usually not a good thing with kids. I somehow seem to forget this from time to time.
The other day I was happily getting housework done (which is a rare thing with 2 girls and 2 dogs to keep up with). K was helping me sweep and C was playing with toys in the living room. Everything seemed to be great. Then it dawned on me that I hadn't heard any noise from C in a few minutes. I feared that Chubby Kong was on the loose...
and I was right.
I walked in the room and first saw her accomplice
Then I found my sweet baby...
who got into the chalk we keep in the art cabinet.
How could anyone be upset with such a sweet, innocent, dirty face?!