2 years, 5 months.
Sunday afternoon as Mommy was taking care of laundry upstairs and I was cleaning the bathrooms downstairs, I noticed things seemed suspiciously quiet. It took me a minute to even figure out where you and your brother were.
It definitely wasn’t obvious to me that the play tent on the edge of the couch, which stood perfectly still, was actually serving as the secret hideout for you and your brother.
Apparently at some point along the way, your brother was able to convince you to sneak into the tent, which he placed on top of the sofa.
I admit, I took my time in coming over to check it out, as the two of you were committed to seeing how long it would take for Mommy or me to stop by.
But hey, I didn’t want to disturb the peace. The two of you were enjoying your quiet place.
And so was I.