I really should have gone out to see what they were up to, instead of just calling out the window.
Again, something about their happy little, "we're in the play house, Mom." - had my momsense tingling, but I neglected to investigate.
- The little ones' missing tea things - check.
- The missing craft scissors, for opening the not empty box of Froot Loops - check.
- The bowl with a few old chocolate chips - check.
- The closed box, which I opened to find...coconut - check.
But, and I'll admit the gears of my mind were turning somewhat slowly, there was something else. Something, not quite right...
...ah yes, the safety seal from a brand new jar of peanut butter - check.
Now, everything was becoming clear.
There was a hidden stash. They had been setting up a home of their own - for real.
You should really never, never ignore the tingly momsense! The poor Man of the House was rendered speechless (well, almost speechless). I really wasn't sure whether to yell, laugh, or cry. It wouldn't be so bad, but we just spent two hours buying groceries, meant to last two weeks, last night - not my husband's favorite chore. He wanted to try saving the food.
I didn't have the heart to show him where they've been doing their dishes.