Let's talk about the camera. I never see them "borrow" it. Ever. They slip it off the counter, or out of my purse, and snap a bunch of pictures of random things (you can tell the general age of the child by the whuckness of the pictures) or go into the basement and film each other dancing around, and then when they're done they slip the camera ever-so-sneakily back into it's original place.
It never seems to occur to them that I eventually see the pictures. Unless Steven is trying to be all artsy and start a portfolio entitled "Through the Eyes of the Child" I'm pretty sure that this is the kids' work.
Even the little one is a sneaky little devil. Every once in a while she'll disappear. Eventually I'll get to wondering where she is. By now I've figured out that when she's "gone" it's usually because she's come into the good fortune of finding Jordan's tablet unattended and has sneaked off with it. She lays on her belly underneath her bed with the tablet, as quiet as can be, and will play games until she is discovered. Sometimes Jordan will come around and ask "Hey, where's my tablet?" I'll tell her to go find Elliot.
Who doesn't have kids who can be overhear whispering loudly to each other in the hallway before they run through the kitchen, sideways, past you, with their hands behind their backs while they stare at you the entire time? Apparently nobody has had the act natural conversation with them yet.
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But maybe they could still keep taking some sneaky pictures, because, even if I don't admit it to them, it is kind of fun to find them.