“Silence is golden, unless you have kids–then it’s just suspicious.”
I don’t know who said it and I don’t care enough to take five seconds to do a Google search. But I can identify with the genius behind the phrase. Yesterday, I received a little dose of the silent treatment from Leah. The only time she is quiet is when she’s unconscious or getting into trouble. Otherwise, it’s rapid-fire demands and questions. How I wish she was asleep yesterday.
I was working on the computer (writing some quality parenting advice, no doubt) when I thought, “It’s awfully quiet in this house…a little too quiet”. I went downstairs and found her playing nicely with the cat.
I asked her what she was doing and she said, “Playing with Sparky.”
“You are?”, I replied.
“Yes, we dot a mouse!”
“A mouse? How fun!” Leah loves to play make-believe, so I thought her and the cat were playing a fun little game. Then she asked me.
“You wan nuh see her?“
“Sure“, I said, fully expecting her to hold out a stuffed animal, a Lego block, or some other small toy she pretended was a mouse.
I liked it better when she was just playing with mouse traps.