"Mommy, let's play hide-and-go-cheat," my seven-year-old son said.
"What's that?' I asked, not sure that it was something I really wanted to get involved with.
"You take these binoculars," he explained. "And you watch the other person hide."
"Well, that's not fair," I said.
"That's why it's called 'hide-and-go-cheat.'"
So I played the game. I hid first. Of course he found me, because he was watching the whole time.
I said I wanted a second chance. He obliged. This time I ran around the house, circling back. I watched him adjust his binoculars. He had no idea I was spying on him. Eventually, he gave up.
"That's cheating!" he said, when he found out what I had done.
"I thought that's what we were supposed to do," I fired back.
Next round he hid. I let him get a good head start, and did not follow him with the binoculars.
Then I searched.
I could not find him.
"I give up," I called.
I finally saw a rustling in the bushes by the utility box in the neighbor's front yard. Out he popped with a big grin on his face.
"Hey, you're supposed to stay in our yard!"
He laughed. "Hide-and-go-cheat!"