I do a fair amount of leaving my kids to their own devices. That’s the beauty and wildness that is having four children close in age– they can self-entertain like nobody’s business.
Sometimes when the house becomes eerily quiet, I go through my mental checklist:
I wonder what’s going on?
Let’s see, last I checked they were making paper airplanes and throwing them into the spinning ceiling fan.
Well, as long as no one’s crying…
And no one’s in the bathtub, as far as I know…
But then curiosity and responsibility get the better of me and I check.
I might find them eating sticks of butter straight out of the fridge, sneaking some video time on the iPad with the volume turned down, or wrapping each other up in blankets getting ready to launch a brother- or sister-burrito down the stairs.
Sometimes I find them separated, off in their own little corners of the house, doing their own thing.
She learned how to make knots earlier in the week and put her new knowledge and imagination to work.
Lesson learned: unusually quiet kids doesn’t necessarily mean they are up to no good. Only a dwindling butter supply can confirm that.