It's too quiet...

That's the thought that went through my head tonight as I was trying to read stories to Jackson. I knew Blakely was in the playroom and Tate had wondered off, but it was way too quiet. Jen has been sick all day, ache/fever/crap, so she's been in bed. We were doing our best tonight to manage, so I figured, what harm is there in letting Tate wonder around while I finished the book. I come in to the kitchen, and this is what I see. Apparently, he really liked the look of Blakely's leftovers.