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March 25, 2005
Hiding in the Middle of the Room
There are a limited number of hiding places in any given home.
As you get bigger, the number of places you can hide begins to shrink.
These two statements seem valid, on the surface, but they are not.
It back in the dim fogginess of the first 2 years of the boy's life that I take you now.
He has a father that enjoys being a father and enjoys being able to trick his young son.
So its evening one night (is it every evening one day?), and I decide to play hide and seek with my boy.
Of course, first I have to start with obvious hiding places, so the boy will get the idea.
So, I go to a room, crouch behind the bed and call his name.
Step, step, step. Search. Nothing.
I call his name again; step, step, step.. Found Dada.
Well, once he has gotten the sense of the game, I decide to try something new.
I get a blanket and stand in the corner of the room with it covering me.
I call him again.
Step, step, step. Nothing.
He has entered the room I am in, and yet still can't find me. He walks right around the blanket. Nothing.
Posted by oriondark at March 25, 2005 10:01 AM