My eight-year-old son wanted to play hide and seek in the 90 degree heat today. I thought he was nuts, but I went along with it, since I'm sure his hide-and-go-seek playing days are numbered.
He hid first. It didn't take long for me to find him because I noticed leaves falling out of the magnolia tree he had climbed. "Mama, how did you do that so fast?" he asked.
"I'm the Mama, that's how," I replied.
Then it was my turn. I ran into the back yard and quickly scanned it for a good place. I saw one - right behind the riding mower in the far corner. I stooped down and waited. And waited. And waited. I was there for fifteen minutes, and Bubba couldn't find me. I peeked around the corner and saw him walk past me, through the gate, into the driveway.
Two minutes later, he sent the dog out to find me. Our big German Shepherd got distracted when he saw the dogs next door. So he didn't find me either. I watched my boy walk around the back yard again and go to the front of the house. I decided to change my place to help him out a little. I walked into our garage and sat on the step in front of the door.
And guess what? The boy still didn't find me! I watched him pass me twice as he walked around. Finally, he saw me. He totally cracked up. "Were you there the whole time?"
"Not quite, Bubba. But I saw you pass me a couple of times."
"Mama, you're way too good at this game!"
I guess that's because I've had a lot of practice!