This morning, the little one and I were playing hide and seek. We were both still in bed, and the little one decided to take a pillow and cover his head. I poked my head inside and asked him what he was doing.
"Hiding!", he giggled.
"Let's hide together! See if daddy can find us, ok?" I told him as we lay there, face to face, smiling and stifling giggles, waiting to see if +3 was coming in.
"DADDY! COME FIND US!"
Giggles. Smiles. Furtive peeks when we hear footsteps coming. We were partners in crime, hiding out in a cave.
We lay there, waiting. The footsteps were coming closer.
Daddy was in the room. "Hmmm I can't see anyone...."
"I'm here daddy!!!" the little boy gleefully throws off the pillow, happy to have hidden so successfully.
And this is what beautiful mornings are made of.
No comments:
Post a Comment