The very busy toddler

Once, there was a very busy boy. And he was very loud. So very, very loud. But sometimes he was quiet. So very, very quiet. And his mommy needed quiet. She knew quite well that this loud little boy should not be quiet, but sometimes she dared to enjoy a quiet minute - just one - before investigating. And this was never, ever a good idea.

And so the story unfolds...

On Monday, the little boy discovered one roll of toilet paper. And he was very quiet.

On Tuesday, the little boy discovered one tub of Aquaphor. And he was very quiet.

On Wednesday, the little boy discovered one tube of toothpaste. And he was very quiet.

On Thursday, the little boy discovered one bowl of lollipops.

And he was very quiet.

On Friday, the little boy discovered one thermostat. And he was very quiet. (And they were all very cold.)

On Saturday, the little boy discovered one bin of markers. And he was very quiet.

On Sunday, the little boy discovered one bottle of water, one box of crayons, one unlocked door, one empty neighborhood street, one pair of scissors, one toilet brush, one Chapstick and three grill forks from the basement. That day, he was very, very quiet.

The next morning, his mommy decided that she should never enjoy another quiet moment ever, ever again. This was to be for the good of all involved. And so they lived happily ever after in the noisiest house of all time, where the front door would remain forever dead bolted and the counters would forever be cavity-free.

The End.