Silence is not always golden

...especially when you have a little diablito like Truman.

So I was getting ready for bed the other night, calling the boys for their last trip outside. It had been quiet while I was watching tv on the couch. Harry was sleeping on the wood floor in the living room with me, and Tru was in his bed that he had dragged all the way into the hallway from the kitchen. A typical evening in our house.

So as I called them, Harrison ran immediately to the door like the good boy he is. Truman, my stubborn one, likes to take his time and slowly stretch his way outside. To hurry him up, I walked over there to get him...and that's when I saw it!

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Peter's shoes...in Truman's bed...perfectly lined up like a person had just picked them up and put them there! He even got them in the left and right spots...better than most of my Kindergartners can do!

Naughty, naughty, naughty little boy! But all I could do was get my camera and laugh.

We left his bed just like that so Daddy could see it when he got home from class. His reaction? Same as mine...."Did you get a picture of that?!?"

*No shoes were harmed in the making of this blog.