All was quiet upstairs. Quietness is sometimes as loud as an alarm bell, signalling that something naughty is taking place but not today. In the quietness I crept up the stairs to find MJ standing on his step with his nose in his book shelves. I asked him what he was doing and without looking as me, rather matter of fact, he replied 'I'm sorting my books'. He sounded just like his father. He was busily re shelving his books in such a tidy way. I left him to it but couldn't help take a photo to remind me of my 3 yr old son who sometimes acts so grown up.