Thursday, October 7, 2010
Bob and I were playing hide and seek: I count to 10 and he hides in the closet. This never gets old. For Bob.
"Where's my guy? Is he under the bed? No... Is he next to the window? No... Is he in the closet? Yes. There he is. I found him!"
"You found me. Now go count to ten again, Mama."
"...nine and ten. Where's Bob? Is he under the blanket? No... Is he behind the door? No... there he is. He's in the closet!"
"I don't want to be found right now, Mama."
"Okay. Well, I'll check back with you a little later." Five minutes passed and I returned to the closet. Bob was was laying on his stomach, head resting on his arms. "Hey, Bud. You alright?" He lifted his head and I could see he was crying. "Baby, what's wrong?"
"You never found me."
"I did. Then you told me you didn't want to be found so I came back later," I said.
"You didn't come back."
"I did. Look. I'm here right now." Bob rested his head back on the floor facing away from me. He lifted one hand into the air.
"Mom, please take this booger from me."