My Mom always said "When kids are too quiet, you know they are up to no good". Truer words have never been spoken....
Today I attempted to work in my (newly made/planted) garden while the beasts (sorry, kids...) ran around in the yard yelling and randomly hurling things at each other. Of course it took all of ten seconds for them to realize that I was trying to be productive and they immediately set out to thwart my efforts.
You know how it is - the minute they get the slightest inkling that you're busy, they are on you like white on rice.
"I want to HEEELLLP!"
So I'm working, trying to set the garden up, get things planted... and the rugrats are "helping" me. (If one considers flinging dirt, dumping buckets of water on the soil you are working with, and nibbling on the cilantro "helping", that is.)
At some point I realize that I can hear a bird chirping....
This is not good - it is too quiet in the yard if I can manage to hear a bird over the cacophony.
Uh oh. Where's Ella?
I don't see her anywhere.... So like a good *ahem*redneck*ahem* Mother, I yell "Ella, what are you DOING?"
I know I'm in trouble when I hear a semi-suspicious 2 year-old sing-song voice answer back:
"No. NUFFING!" "NUFFING!"
And I'm a size 3... something is definitely up.
Said two year-old was discovered with a spray bottle in her possession leaning over an anthill. Future exterminator, or future serial killer? Stay tuned folks....