It was a calm, peaceful day at Casa de James.
Jakob and Elisabeth were playing happily downstairs.
I was accomplishing things.
I folded a ginormous pile of laundry.
I vacuumed the loft.
I even took a small Facebook break.
Occasionally, I would hear a soft giggle coming from the living room.
I thought to myself, “What a blessing it is that my youngest two get along so well!”
Then I went downstairs.
And found this:
They were thorough.
This one seemed remorseful.
(Disclaimer: She started out the day fully dressed with her hair in a cute ponytail.)
And I was reminded that two children playing quietly together is always a sign of trouble.