So Mate took Squish and Zoomboy to the park and gymnastics while I was home, hosting the ‘chat’. I always feel a little silly at those things–but there were around twenty visitors, and everyone was really sweet, so I think it went well. Anyway, when it was over, first I walked around the block barefoot (hard to explain, and I burned my tootsies, but it was very necessary for my life as an earthling as opposed to my life as a cyberbeing.)
Anyway, Squish was TUCKERED OUT–tuckered enough to be a whinging nightmare by around seven o’clock, so her dad decided to play hide and seek with her. It went something like this:
Dad: “Ready or not, here I come!”
Squish (loudly, from behind the pantry wall: “I’m hiding, Dad, come find me!”
Dad (shaking his head): Next time, Squish, howsabout you don’t yell at me, and then I can find you, okay?
Squish; OKay. You seek. I’ll hide. Go count.
Dad (after a suitable interval of him counting and Chicken and I getting Squish to hide under a blanket and in the corner with the stuffed animals in the living room): Ready or not, here I come!
Squish: I’m in here under the blanket, Daddy!
Chicken, Dad, and I: *laughing until we cough, cry, and wet our pants* Squishy! Next time, don’t tell him where you’re hiding!
Squish: Okay, Dad. Go count again.
Dad (after Chicken and I have directed Squish to sit placidly under the kitchen table as a good hiding place): Ready or not, here I come!
Squish: *sings loudly and tunelessly under the table* Daddy! How did you know where to find me!
Dad (putting face in hands): Squish, do you mind if we play another game?
Squish: It’s okay, Daddy. This time you hide, and I’ll seek. That’ll be good, okay?
Dad: Sure. You go count and I’ll go out and get a soda–I mean hide in the garage.
Squish (ten minutes of fruitless searching later): Daddy….
Anyway, it was high entertainment for the whole family. An hour later, we went looking for Squish and we found her: Asleep dead center in the middle of our bed, hands splayed out at her side and her legs spread, like a red-headed starfish.
Four year olds–there is NO vaccination for the cuteness.
