Any mother knows that silence can only be good when the wee yahoo is sleeping. When silence occurs during normal play, there obviously is something fishy going down. My "I'm up to something," silence happened this morning in the car. Brody usually talks and sings or yells at his brother, but this time there was complete silence.
I turned around only to see him, boot removed, licking the bottom of it like an ice cream cone. Yum-my! We'll know in a few days what sort of ailment he has contacted through boot licking.