small children provide a continuous background soundtrack of screams, squeals, crashes, giggles and overall pandemonium. so when the air is unnaturally calm and you can suddenly hear your own thoughts, you immediately recognize that something is not right. a mild panic sets in. is the toilet not flushed? did the front door get left open? where did i last leave my camera?
and so i found wyatt, atop his own makeshift ladder, probing the junk drawer for gum. for a few short minutes i allowed him to revel in his naughtiness and enjoy piece after piece after piece after piece. and then i cut him off.