A scene from this weekend’s family gathering near Arundel, West Sussex, in which your humble author is playing hide and seek with her beloved three and a half year old nephew, T.
Meg: …sixteen…seventeen…eighteen…nineteen…twenty! Coming, ready or not! [she springs up from the chair on which she has been sitting to count] …Now, where could he possibly be?
T: [somewhat muffled] I’m hiding in the cupboard, Auntie Meg!
Awwwww. Bless.
Lovely.
Ha ha! I thought you were going to say he was standing in front of you with his hand covering his eyes. Little tots seem to believe that if they can’t see you, then you can’t see them. I luv ‘em!.
I love it when they do that, so cute!
Best toddler stupidity ever (or cunning parenting? you decide) - my neighbour told her kids that when you lie Mums can read it on your forehead. Something gets broken, mum asks kid if they did it, the cover their forehead with their hand and say “no”. Fantastic.
Yes, yes, we get it. You won the game in record time.
Is tomorrows post about how he spent hours and hours looking for you but couldn’t find you?
Mr Angry, what a weird thing to say. Are you trying to start a fight?
I warn you, not today…
Sarcasm really doesn’t translate well in the written form, does it? My apologies.
In future, if I have written it, assume my tongue was firmly ensconced in my cheek whilst doing so.