Hiding in the bathroom, yes I hide in the bathroom you hear all kinds of ominous things when you have a house full of kids…….
“Don’t lick that”
“Uh Oh”
The infamous “I’m telling”
“Have you seen the scissors, a knife, the box-cutter”
The box-cutter was a new one.
“Shh don’t tell”
“I will hit you”
“Ouch”
Various noises such as crash, bang, boom, and thud.
“Don’t touch me” and it’s various forms stop touching me, I’m not touching you, MOM she’s touching me!
But the most ominous thing you can hear in a house full of children is silence.
Silence can only mean they are doing something so insane it requires all of them to cooperate with each other.
Someone must be maimed, something must be broken, oh God they lost one of them.
Do I smell smoke? Is that blood? What the hell is that?
Silence is not golden.
I saw the title of your post and it made me laugh in recognition – it’s SO true – silence is what I listen for and it never fails to deliver a wide-eyed child realising they’ve been nobbled. My 3 year old has discovered scissors – so far the plants, broom and sister’s art work have received haircuts. I only wish I felt sure it would stop there…