Quiet time

While I was dressing Audrey this morning the house was quiet. Too quiet. Jack had been in his room playing and I remember hearing him dump out all of his cars. No surprise here. I heard engines revving and construction trucks working. And then nothing. Ugh oh. This is never a good sign, right?
So I gathered Audrey in her onesie and went into the bathroom, assuming I'd find him playing in the toilet. Nope. Not there. So I went into my bedroom to see if he had dumped out my underwear drawer again. Not there either. So I called his name, hoping that he wasn't downstairs eating the hot dog buns again.
Much to my surprise, he answered my call from his bedroom. I went in there to find him reading quietly in his rocking chair. Oops. Sorry to assume the worst, Jack! I'm so glad you love to read and it was fun to find you reading all by yourself!