Be careful what you ask for.
Many times I find myself wishing, pleading, for some peace and quiet during the day. And when that quiet happens, there cannot be peace! Quiet toddlers are like quiet farts. They're dangerous!
As I was cleaning the kitchen from our breakfast bar making, I noticed something odd. I could hear myself think. My senses immediately heightened. I became acutely aware of everything around me.
Something was wrong. It was too quiet.
I casually walked out of the kitchen and into the dining room only to intercept my toddler casually walking into the dining room. He was carrying something and he was trying to hide it behind his back.
What could it be?
I easily figured out what he was hiding because he is small and the step stool behind his back is large.
He looked at me, right in the eyes. He didn't say a word. He just easily and casually started walking backwards out of the room with the step stool.
I wonder what scheme I interrupted. We'll never know.
Mythical 5th Position 
I like the quiet fart comparison.
Once upon a time when I had a toddler, I had one of those quiet moments. I entered the li vine room to find a two year old playing with “sand” on our oriental rug. The sand was a box of cornmeal.
AH yes- I know you (RBD) remember this story: While the other Mom and I were enjoying coffee and realized that the “silent fart” was evident, we went upstairs and slowly opened the door to a totally while blur. You and your twin friends had squeezed an ENTIRE container of baby powder out all over yourselves and the room!