Life With 4 Boys writes: “Picture this. You are sitting on the couch in your living room. It is the first time you have sat down all day and you breath a sigh of relief as you open the pages of that book you have been dying to continue. A few chapters in you realize that you have not heard a peep from the kids. This is of course unusual, so you get up to investigate and then you find something like this…” 
Yep, never trust a quiet toddler …
Like the night we held a dinner party at the Household and parked all the kids in front of a DVD. The grown-ups were too busy drinking and chatting to notice the three-year-old had nipped into the playroom with a blue permanent marker pen and proceeded to graffiti toys, furniture, carpet …
Yesterday, a gaggle of adults and their offspring – six girls aged between 4 and 12 – descended for afternoon tea. We were nibbling chicken sarnies and sipping tea when we realised the kids were oddly quiet. Rather than relishing the opportunity to converse without a soundtrack of bickering, whining and stubbed toes, we were unsettled by the silence. It wasn’t natural. We kept peering through the shrubbery at the children, wondering what they were doing.
They were sitting in a circle on the trampoline. Talking. Just talking. Weird.
They finally clambered out of the trampoline onto the concrete. Sat in another circle. Did some more talking. Totally weird.
The adults couldn’t help themselves. Instead of counting our blessings, we started taking photos of this miraculous event and demanding to know what they were talking about (telling scary stories, apparently). Our avid attention broke up their peaceful little party. Suddenly there were kids clambering onto our knees, whingeing in our ears that they were hungry, bored …
Sometimes silence doesn’t mean kids are up to no good. Sometimes it’s just golden. And should be enjoyed as such.
But usually it means trouble.
For more horrifying pics of kids up to no good, visit The Berry, for stuff like this …
I’m also rather taken with this … (not sure about it’s origin, but it’s priceless)
And you’d be rather startled to find this little fella in the kitchen …
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the little dude with the white paint looks very pleased with himself
we had a similar experience with our 2 year boy. Sunday afternoon relaxing on the couch for 5 minutes when my husband brought Will in covered in white paint including all around his tongue and mouth. I panicked thinking he was going to be poisoned by drinking paint until I saw he’d crawled it all across the brand new brown carpet. He’d tipped it over in the laundry, had a taste or 2 and a play in it and then crawled out to say hello. We didn’t have the presence of mind to take a photo as we spent the next hour cleaning him off and madly scrubbing it off the carpet. Miraculously it didn’t leave a mark.
I can’t believe you managed to clean it all up with no trace. Remarkable!