There is always something suspicious when the noise goes quiet. Pitter patter
little squeaks and snickers coming from your room. Often wonder why I'm not partaking
in these shenanigans. I suppose they are funner for you without me, since the part of the climax is the getting caught part. I study your face..your mind is in full bloom and colors are spewing out from your ever blinking blue eyes while you look up with that little twitch in your nose..."Look MommY...I cleaning I cleaning."
Oh how I shall simply embrace these moments...completely content in making a harmless mess..Let's just document them...for I only wished that they lasted for an eternity......
