It was just too quiet and I should have known better.
But damn it, I was enjoying the silence. Sitting at my computer, working on my link list and staring at the clouds with the soft sounds of Pablo and Uniqua babysitting my children in the background.
She came in so quietly, I could hardly hear her chanting.
"Mommy. Hands. Mommy. Hands. Mommy. Hands."
I recognized the color immediately. The smell took a moment longer. She ran towards me.
I grasped her arms and looked down at her hands. Every single finger was covered in dark brown poo.
Except her left thumb. Oh Jane.