Remember the other day when I was wondering why my children so desperately wanted Mommy to torch? Uh, huh, they were up to no good. No hard evidence for that time, but I can tell you what happened last night while I was reading (instead of torching, because I had one of those Mom feelings):
I'm in the bedroom reading, and all of a sudden I lose my hearing. No sound. I wiggle my toes to make sure I can hear that little whish-whish sound. I can hear it, so maybe I didn't just lose my hearing. I listen closely again. No sound of James' fingers tapping the keyboard while he plays a game or designs his own special Mustang or Camaro (check out Ford or Chevy sometime, it is fun). No Hannah Montana from the television, and no sound of Kate singing or digging through my desk drawers in search of craft goodies. I tiptoe around the bedroom corner to see what has happened and find my children watching the one television show forbidden to them. . . Family Guy. . . with the sound muted. . . they are attempting to read cartoon lips and are having a whispered argument about what the characters are saying.
Well, as they say, that's that. Soon as I can find the remote and actually figure out the different user options, they'll be able to watch television again. . .all four or five channels ;-)