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Canned

Sometimes…I realize I haven’t heard a peep for ten minutes.  From anyone.  Not him.  Not her.

Which makes my heart somersault and my behind rebound from the couch.

“You guys okay?” I shout into the hallway.

Nothing.

And then four quick breaths toward the kitchen…

Everything.  Everything that was in our pantry, that is–stacked by two stealthy engineers, one in fuzzy socks and one in a couple of boots that must’ve been the first two he could find.

I’m…

I’m so proud.

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3 Responses to “Canned”

  1. Brian says:

    Haha! That’s awesome.

  2. The man says:

    Ahh… How I love those children of mine!!! They’re quite gifted.

  3. Leslie says:

    I’m… Impressed!

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