whenever the house is quiet.
you know, that eerie kind of quiet it should really never be with a toddler around.
and i can't seem to find the caleb anywhere.
he's usually escaped out to the garage, having swiped his sister's shoes (cause those are the only ones he can put on by himself), and is casually cruising around on his radio flyer.
little stinker.
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