Milo, on the other hand, is more practiced at the art of deception…if not any more skilled.
It wasn’t long ago that he came home from school and disappeared, which is atypical for him. Usually he’s busy poking Naomi, littering the house with inside-out-socks and waving sticks near our faces. This afternoon cheerful cartoon noises were emanating from beneath his bed. I peaked under the quilt. He had the laptop. He had successfully navigated to netflix and was watching DinoTrux, but he hadn’t figured out how to turn the down volume to a whisper.