The sweet sweet silence of children all nestled snug in their beds. The peace that comes with knowing everything is right with the world. Silence you can feel in your soul. The perfect silence that can only be achieved with sleeping children.
But a Mother quickly learns you can never trust silence that occurs when children are awake.
It always means something wrong is occuring. Something very very wrong.
It is so very hard to tell this sweet face "No."
She just wants to touch all the soft pretty yarn.
I can't say I blame her.
Her big pouty lip makes me feel sad. But not sad enough to let her play with my yarn.
Good thing she doesn't hold a grudge.