One day as I was busy doing things around the house while my children were playing, I noticed that it got very quiet. "My children are only ten months old," I thought to myself, "they can't have already figured out to be quiet when they're getting in trouble. Right?" But, just as a precaution, I headed off to discover their whereabouts. This is what I found:

Lil's afghan and yarn all over the floor and two girls, very quietly, fighting over my afghan book. I guess they have figured it out already. Needless to say, my crochet basket is no longer in the living room. Instead, a toy basket now sits where my crochet basket used to live. And, since Lil's afghan is no longer located where I can see it, it will probably never get finished. Sorry, Lil. (Just doing my part to make sure you move up here.)
As a related story, my children love the wastebasket. They especially love to empty the wastebasket. I usually stop them before they get too far, but on this occasion, they had the whole bag out and trash around the floor. Luckily it was mostly just junk mail. It could have been much worse. In the first picture you see their "caught" looks.

But is there any remorse? Oh, no, it's all fun and games.