Why Quiet is Bad

This is not a shocker, and it may be the number one lesson that all mothers know and learn pretty early on in their parenting careers:

Quiet is bad.

Because, just when you think your little angel is quietly watching Peter Pan in your bedroom while you are in the kitchen making lunch, 
think again...

He may just be cutting off his brand new pair of splurge 'Tea Collection' cargos at the knees because he wants to be like the Hulk...

Or, he may cut the belly button out of his three wool sweaters because they make his belly is hot...

or the sails off of his toy pirate ships, because it isn't windy, and the pirates just want to relax...

Or, he may eat all of the Hershey kisses off of a batch of 24 cookies 

(and consequently shit himself for a week straight)...

Or, he may take that green Sharpie marker and decorate the toilet like a wreath...

and then give himself a mustache for good measure...

Or, he may just trap the cat under the laundry basket because she is his prisoner...

I am just saying.

Sometimes quiet is bad....

At least this week it was...