Innocence

My television viewing is self-limited to the evening, after the kids have gone to sleep. I don't want; a) the kids to become zoned out couch potatoes, b) and definitely don't want them to watch some of the adult programming I watch. They don't need zombies, drug dealers, murderers, and sexy damsels so vividly projected into their precious brains.

It was during one of these late night television viewing sessions that I heard noises, heard some voices, and noticed a light. I don't remember what child-brain-searing program I was watching, but I paused (I love TIVO!!!)  and went to take a look.

I stepped about half-way down the stairs and took a seat. From the kids bathroom I heard humming, Liam's humming, and a common biological process. Then the light flipped off and out he stepped.

Tip-toeing.

Liam tip-toed from the bathroom into the bedroom, closed the door and was gone from sight. I sat there, undetected. Smiling. Proud.

It was precious, seeing my young child trying to be quiet. He wasn't sneaking to play, wasn't circumventing bedtime, or trying to peak at the TV. He was simply being quiet while doing his business.

Beautiful.