Hide and Seek

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We've been playing games with each other.
We've been trying to see who can
outsmart each other. 

~ Sugar Minott

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We play lots of games in our house.  Anything from Monopoly Jr to garbage, Uno and the Fancy Nancy Posh Bedroom game.  We love playing games.  Recently, daughter of the year #2 took to playing hide and seek.  I'm not sure when it started but I'm guessing it is something her sister taught her.  However, she is sneaky!  Her amazing stealth mode and knack for being very quiet (obviously taught well by her sister) created a tiny panic for this mom of the year. 

It went like most other nights when we all get home from work/school/daycare.  Partially through preparing dinner, dad of the year realizes that he hasn't heard daughter of the year #2.  That most often equates to trouble, or coloring on the wall.  I didn't panic until I heard him call her name a bit more firmly. 

"Do you know where she is?" dad of the year asked.  OK, lost child alert!

Losing your child in your own home doesn't compare to the time my sister shut down an entire mall.  My niece of the year, whom I'll call G-money, thought it fun to hide amongst the suitcases.  She was so quiet and never made one sound when mom and dad began calling her name.  Every time I hear the story, I have this vision of tiny little G-money giggling under a large table covered with suitcases.  She moved just the right one to squeeze perfectly into the middle.  In terms of hiding spaces, this one is award worthy!  In terms of parental anxiety moment, this one is of epic proportions.  Eventually, my sister and her husband had to alert the store of their missing child, which happened to be in a mall.  It's OK folks, that mall reacted like clockwork, only to discover little itty bitty G-money giggling from her amazing hiding place.  This one goes down in the mom of the year record books, right up there with her story of mommy leaving her in the car all by herself.  Another story for another day.  Ah, kids. 

I didn't panic as we began looking for Malea until I noticed the door to the garage open a crack.  This wasn't like her to react or even make a sound.  She had to have left the house.  Hello panic, meet mom of the year. 

Then we heard it.  The tiniest of shuffling feet sound.  The smallest little giggle.  Tucked right between my grandmother's old buffet and the dog kennel was daughter of the year #2, beaming with pride.

"I hiding," she shouted to daddy.  "I si-wee (silly)." 

This morning as I called it was time to get dressed, this is where I found our sweet little daughter of the year #2.  Her little toes peeking our of her pink jammies under the legs of the old buffet.  This time, only slightly given away by the sound of her whacking her sister's light up pumpkin pen on the dog kennel.   

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