Hide-and-Seek

Troy, my mother-in-law, and I were playing Hide-and-Seek today upstairs. Troy wanted to hide with me, so my mother-in-law was “it.” While she was counting, we hid in his cardboard castle. But Troy was concerned that he was visible, so he kept shifting and moving, trying to get more behind the wall. My mother-in-law was nice enough to act like she didn’t see his head bob up and down through the castle window.

When she left the room, we made a run for it and headed to his ball pit tunnels. I stretched out inside. When Troy saw me inside, he scrambled inside too. But it wasn’t enough to be out of sight, he had to be where I was. So, he climbed on top of me. But of course, I’m not flat, so he kept shifting trying to get stable. The tunnel was moving all over the place, his feet were rubbing on the sides making noise, and he was breathing heavily with the effort. I kept shushing him and telling him to be still. But it fell on deaf ears. Maybe he thought he was being quiet. Maybe he thought we were playing Tag instead...as long as she couldn't get him...or maybe if she got me instead...he was safe.

No matter where we hid, Troy did the same thing. In the closet; behind the recliner, under the covers in the guest room, under the pillows in the couch. He was antsy, mobile, and loud. A couple of times, I hid separately from him, but as soon as he got “caught,” he immediately ran to where I was hiding to get me caught as well! I’m not quite sure he understands the concept of Hide-and-Seek. But with a compassionate seeker, like my mother-in-law, we can still have fun with it.