Today while I was preparing dinner, I heard a thud and then some muffled little boy voices from the living room. Whenever I start making dinner or loading the dishwasher or putting laundry in the dryer, some kind of trouble-making gene kicks in. This is especially true whenever I pick up a phone.
So I pop in the living room to access the damage.
They both look up at me, doe-eyed and sweet as can be.
"What was that?" I asked, scanning for anything broken or out-of-place, since no one appeared hurt.
They both grinned. Obviously, they were up to something.
Finally, Mo the Mouth spoke up, "Mom, it was just your imagination."
1 year ago