A good hockey game began. Husband and I took our spots in our room to enjoy. I was exhausted from a half day at work, back to back conferences at school and an endless string of friction-soaked encounters with the J Boy. Husband, well, the Canucks are his only hobby, if you don't include vacuuming and high level debating with J and trying to convince S to come out of a world class pout.
Husband checked on the kids and had a vague conversation about cooking stuffies. There is a well-established legal principle of wilful blindness (intentionally not asking questions so as to be able to later claim ignorance of a crime). Husband and I chose to focus on the game and be wilfully blind as to what might be about to happen downstairs.
The house was a little too quiet, which can mean they are engrossed in an inane cartoon. Or that they are really cooking their stuffies and serving them up on platters: