you know when it's suddenly too quiet. . .

. . .that something not right is going on. . .

When I noticed that quiet in the house, I imagined the littlest Zeli was upstairs drawing all over (with only his Crayola magic Color Wonder markers. . .love those. . .). . .

And found him at the top of the steps. . .somewhat covered in white. . .

A cwue all better. . .

All better?


He held up the two little felt pawprints, also all white. All cween. Cwue all better. And that smile.

His face smeared in white. Little hands all white. Little clues all white.

I washed it.

In toothpaste. Jack's toothpaste, to be exact. The one that kinda does look like the soap dispenser. That never worked quite right and leaks out the bottom all the time. The one that is practically empty now, with the contents smeared all over the bathroom sink, the clues, and little Luke.

He walked down the steps smiling.

And I found him in the living room. With kleenaxes, wiping his face, the clues, his hands (and trying to blow his little nose, bless his heart).

So right now, all clues in the Zeli house remain all cween.