Too Quiet

In our usual frantic rush to get out of the door the other day, I put M down on the living room floor while I scrambled around to grab diapers, car keys and snacks. Kent helped G put on his shoes, then headed out to load up the car. As I was in the kitchen filling up a sippy cup, I had a moment of panic.The house was too quiet. Quiet, when you have two little boys, means trouble.What did M get into? Where was G?  I raced into the living room, and here's what I saw...

 They were both there, playing with a toy. Quietly. Together.

 I could get used to this.