…even though I don’t see them…
When I left this morning, the kitchen was clean and tidy.
Came home this afternoon with two bags of groceries. Dirty dishes were scattered around the kitchen. The popsicle molds were both sitting empty on the counter.
While I started unpacking one of the grocery bags, a minor whirlwind entered the kitchen behind me. I heard rummaging in the other bag, exclamations of delight, and galloping feet. When I turned around, the bag was empty—the snacks it contained had disappeared. No one else was in the kitchen.
I know it must be my children, but it’s almost like I have a poltergeist.