If he only knew

Keedon has no clue that:

when he closes the door so he can be alone... that's when I know he's up to something. Like when he closed the bathroom door behind him, so I wouldn't know he was going to unroll the toilet paper so he could have "a big one" referring to a super long trail behind him when he came out running through the house!

or

when he lays on top of Quints face to keep him quiet... I can still hear the muffled cry and I am going to come running....

or

when he comes and closes my door in the morning when he wakes up, hoping I won't... that's exactly when I do, cuz I know he has a plan of his own... like the other day when he closed my door and then snuck the fridge open and emptied out the door to make a train of jarred goods across the kitchen floor (he was so proud of himself)

or

when he says "I not stinky mom." that's exactly when I know he is, not to mention the smell giving him away.

or

how about when he pulled the Ottoman over to the fridge and tells me "i'n just gettin milk" "go, mom, in der"

that's when I keep my post watching, cuz I know what he's done in the past...

like when he climbed up and got the eggs out before I woke up, and broke them in the living room while he was watching tv... when I saw them, he said while holding one "I popped it mom... where's da bird" meanwhile he's looking at the yoke in wonder... and I am staring at the carpet in wonder... but, if you look close at the pic, after he broke the eggs, he put the shells back in the carton... that's the organizer in him.