Where Do You Turn for Peace?
Sunday ZuZu and LuLu had been playing quietly for about 20 minutes when I had that feeling--"hay, they are too quiet."
And, being the worrier that my DNA has somewhat predisposed me to be, I ran through about five possible reasons for this extra solitude:
1.
They were painting their nails BLUE on the carpet in their room (*and probably painting more of the carpet than their nails).
2.
They were in one of their siblings' rooms (*and playing with some electronic device that said-siblings would not be happy about).
3.
They were at our neighbor Neola's (*which meant they were safe, but also that I never heard them leave the house who-knows-how-long-ago).
4.
They were in the backyard slinging mud on the fence (*which they'd done last week for a good 90 minutes before we noticed. I think ZERO mud made it to the fence. It did, however, did manage to get into each girls' ears, nose, toes . . . everywhere!).
5.
They had fallen asleep somewhere--mid-activity (*like, under a table while they were coloring or something).
Well . . .
you'll be happy to know that I worried FOR NOTHING (as most of my worrying turns out to be for naught).
So, what is it that the girls were up to?
Oh, that's easy:
THEY WERE MEDITATING.
Yes.
MEDITATING.
(Yes, with 20 LED tealight candles. "Because LED candles are safer than using the real ones, mom.")
