I know now why mothers get nervous when they hear silence.
Will's been playing more independently lately. (Yay!) Which means he's contented to toddle around through rooms of our house as long as he knows where I am and when he comes back he finds me there.
This morning he toddled into the kitchen. Which is fine. It's a pretty childproof by now. But what I hear... is silence. This silence makes me nervous. When I finally investigate I find him sitting in the floor, surrounded by cornstarch.