Do you hear something?

Yesterday, while I was catching up on a few email correspondences, I left Franny to speed around the upstairs with her wagon, a favorite activity of her's that involves a lot of banging into floor boards, as well as loading and unloading of various objects, which depending on the object, can get quite noisy! From experience, I can easily track her location by monitoring the volume level of her flurry of activity. But yesterday, after several minutes, I noticed that everything had become unusually quiet. In these situations, experience has taught me to act very quickly, because in our house, quiet is not synonymous with still or calm. My investigation revealed Franny practicing not only her expert climbing expertise, but her rocking skills, as well!

And she was not too happy about being found out!