My living room and kitchen open to each other…ok so they are basically the same space, with my Bubba-gate as a true divider. As I am washing the dishes, I realize I don’t hear him. He can’t be more than 10 feet away, yet silence. 😳

This meme flashes through my mind as I slowly turn in abject terror of what I will find behind me…

Luckily it’s only that he has decided to play in the “toy box”! 😂

There have been enough moments when he has managed to grab a still-capped sharpie (where the crap did that come from?!?) or my phone (when did I set that down?!?!), that I know the truly terrifying silence awaits me. 

I’m just praying it doesn’t involve poop.