hide and maybe I'll find you

I was playing hide-and-seek with my kids last week which involves a bunch of running around and my boys hiding in very obvious places while yelling out "you can't find me." Then I pretend that I don't see their feet sticking out from underneath the ottoman or that I can't see them scrunched up under the table. But this time, I heard their feet heading up the stairs and I confess that for a moment, a brief tiny moment, I considered not looking for them. *Gasp* I considered laying down on the couch and letting them giggle and snicker and be amazed at how they must have done such a great job of hiding because Mommy couldn't find them. It was either a moment of weakness or genius. However, I ignored my impulse and went upstairs to continue our game. But it was a beautiful, albeit selfish, thought.

photo from: mcq.org