We lived in a tiny little house on Cooper Road in South Jackson. You could hear anything in that house. So as a new Mom with a 22 month old son when the house got very quiet I knew it couldn't be good.
I was in the kitchen loading the dishwasher and Big Guy had been in his living room playing with his cars. All the doors in the house were closed so there weren't many options of places for him to go.
When his car sounds ceased from the living room, I called out to him, "Hey, Big Guy! What are you doing?"
His answer? "Ummmm.... well, I'm not coloring on the walls."
I had to stand in the kitchen and giggle for a good two minutes before I could put on my "Mom" face and go make him clean off part of that crayon and put him in his bed for time out.
Still makes me giggle to think about that little voice.