...until the next time.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
It was quiet. Too quiet. You know the kind where you just know something is up. When both girls are this quiet, you know they have conspired something together. As they peeked at me around the corner of the garage, I could see the ice cream that was nonchalantly being devoured. As if they hadn't already had a Bomb Pop tonight. As if they had forgotten they weren't supposed to help themselves from the deep freezer. Erick swears he is putting a lock on it. For now, we let them savor their treat. And then, it wasn't quiet anymore. I could hear the arguing, the tattles, and their shared moment of conspiracy was over.