Every so often there will be long periods of silence when I am home with the kids.  
Whilst enjoying the silence, I realize it probably means they have conspired against me and are plotting my demise.  
 Like when we thought the kids were watching a cartoon, and Marley came in with something disgusting all over her and was crying that she had poop on her.  Turns out she had been in the fridge playing with a carton of eggs.  Fun.  
Well, this time I went to explore the silence and found peace on the home front.  Lovely.