Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Hide and Seek

Bath time around here usually starts with an ill-timed game of hide and seek.  As soon as I turn the water faucet on, Big E heads for the hills.

Maybe I've seen one too many suspense movies.  Or maybe I'm just on edge from the recent crime wave in our 'hood, but for whatever reason, when I go searching for Big E, I get a little jumpy.

I cleared our walk-in closet, the laundry room, and under my computer desk.  These are all Big E hiding spot favorites, and tonight he was not in any of them.


Where is that little booger?

I walked into his bedroom.  His closet door was cracked. BUSTED!  I had him now.

As I crept up to the door (imagine creepy music playing) my heart began to race.  I am not sure why.  Who did I expect in the closet?  Martin Burney?  Maybe.  I took a deep breath and flung the door open.

Nothing.

Right at that moment Big E popped out from behind his rocking chair and yelled:

HI MOM!

I jumped out of my skin.  Seriously, my vertical was very impressive.  I wished my high school basketball coach was there to witness it.  She was always trying to get me to jump more than two inches off the ground.

I turned around to see his smiling head peering around the side of the chair.

Big E, you scared the jeepers out of me!


He seemed very proud of himself.


I have to admit, this was only half as scary as the night he channeled Hannibal Lecter.

I'm off to count the additional gray hairs I earned tonight.
Hoping I find Big E instead of this guy in my house.

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