The children were having an unusually good time in the backyard late this afternoon while I was cooking dinner. It was so good, in fact, that I became suspicious. Too much fun generally implies they are doing something they aren’t supposed to be doing. It is a strong indicator of outside transgressions, just as silence can be inside the house.
I walked over and glanced out the window. There they all were, pretending to make dinner at their outdoor kitchen.
Not bad at all, I thought to myself.
And then right before I walked away, our duck Penelope popped out of their toy oven.
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