Silence and Children, always a worrying combination.

The house is silent, too silent.  I wipe my hands on the tea towel and climb the stairs in search of the girls.  They are not in their room.

Raucous giggles emanate from my bathroom, so I climb the flight of stairs to my bedroom.  I follow the wet footprints and discover my daughters, finally getting along, jumping wildly in a puddle in the base of the shower.  Looking closer, I discover it is a puddle of pee…

In my head, I am lying on a beach somewhere tranquil and remote.

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