I took longer than usual making the beds on Friday. There was an eerie quiet in the house. No one was complaining about how much cereal was left in the box or telling me to hurry and get the toaster going so I think I spent more time fluffing the pillows or daydreaming or something...
By the time I got downstairs I was starting to worry about the silence.
Then I stepped into the living room and saw this:
Home really can be a heaven on Earth. My thanks to all good children's authors everywhere.