This morning, while I was getting Sterling ready to go out and meet up with friends, I realized that Bennett had gotten eerily quiet.
In that OhShit way that only a mom of toddlers can do, I leapt up from the sofa to see what he had gotten into.
As I raced around looking for him, my mind ran through a litany of ugly options. Was he sticking his tongue into electrical sockets, jumping off of ledges, poking his eyes out with sharp objects?
It shows how far we have come that the reality was actually a relief...
I came across homeboy... kneeling contentedly in front of the dust pan... munching pretzels out of it as if it were some special little Bennett snack trough.
To his credit, when he caught me watching him in a mixture of disgust and hilarity, he kindly offered to share.
Yep, proud momma moment right there.