Quiet

At 6:15 this morning, after nursing, Tess got out of bed to go play. Eric and I lay there a while, reluctant to start the day. But after a while, we began to worry about the quiet.
"Could she be on the computer?"
"No, I put the keyboard and mouse out of reach."
"It's probably OK then."

We talked a little more. Then again we started to wonder why Tess was so quiet. We dragged ourselves out of bed and found her on the floor of the kitchen, enjoying the bar of chocolate that I apparently forgot to put away last night. Mouth full, fingers covered in melted chocolate, Tess enjoyed the start of her day.