Never Again
Sam pushed open the front door and carried in the bags of shopping.
The house was too quiet; suspiciously quiet. She found the kitchen covered in chocolate, icing and sugar, flour and god knew what else. The remains of a cake sat by the bin. She dropped the bags on the floor in frustration.
Toys were strewn all over the living room floor, crayon ran in a line up along the wall and the bin was upturned on the floor, its contents spread like confetti.
She found Jack fast asleep on the couch and Jake happily munching on his fist.