I wonder how old your child has to be before you stop worrying when it's quiet?
G went upstairs to look for a book 20 minutes ago. I haven't heard a peep from her since. The logical conclusion is that she found her book and is reading, but my mom-dar keeps going *ping* Check on her! *ping* Check on her! *ping*.
I know she's going on nine and is smart enough not to drink Windex or stick her finger in an outlet or run with scissors. I know this.
I'm still going up to check.