The Trouble With Silence

The trouble with silence is that when you have an almost two-year-old, there really isn't any silence from the moment he wakes up until the moment you drag his butt to bed.  Silence equals mischief.  Silence means I-am-doing-something-I'm-not-supposed-to-so-if-I'm-really-quiet-about-it-maybe-you-won't-notice.  But since toddlers aren't exactly renowned for their logic, what they don't realize that their silence is precisely what gives their mischief away.

For example, after Jax consumed as many s'mores as his rather large belly could hold, he wandered away behind the shed and became rather quiet.  Silent, in fact.  The reason he was silent was because his mouth was being utilized for other endeavors:

  

 After his attempts to use the spray gun on the hose were foiled, Jax realized that there was plenty of quiet fun to be had just by catching water droplets in his mouth.

A bit mischievious, but very cute! 

This is the kind of mischief I'll take any day.