You know when you get busy doing something- say, folding laundry, checking email, cleaning the bathroom- and suddenly it registers that the house is very very quiet? Way too quiet? And you quickly go walking through the house looking for your little charges, taking along a rag and broom just so you won't have to make a trip back to get them after you discover the naughty fun that is occupying them? Uh-huh. You know what I'm talking about. Well, how often does it turn out like this? (See post title.) What the...?!
And no, I did not knock them unconscious. They were just all tuckered out I guess. (OK, maybe it was a sugar crash after their parties at Lands End. Maybe. I mean, guessing from the layer of sticky sweetness on Jesse's face, I'd say the odds are good.)