When the house is too quiet, there must be a bit of trouble somewhere. I ran upstairs to help Ryland get some clothes, and it turned into a discussion about colors and matching. It took all of four minutes, but I couldn't help but notice Reed was awful quiet.
I found him in the guest bedroom in the diaper drawer. He had found the baby powder and sprinkled it around on the floor, himself, and in the drawer. When I asked what he was doing, he just said "powder". He grinned from ear to ear and started shaking his head from side to side. He knew he was in trouble.
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