One of Ethan’s favorite things to do nowadays is hide. And thank God he still full on sucks at it. He’ll take my hand and say “mama, follow me.” He’ll guide me to our closet and say, “sit.” We’ll sit on the ground together and then before I know it, he’s scurried behind our clothes. I’ll then ask “where’s Ethan?” which is answered by giggles and then hysterics when I “find” him. At that point he’ll say “again!” and so the rouse resets. It’s a very exciting back and forth that I can tolerate for a maximum of 5 minutes.

My biggest fear is one day unbeknownst to me he gets really good and hides some place dangerous. I’m forever scarred by that episode of Punky Brewster where her best friend Cherie hides in a freaking refrigerator and when no one can find her she’s trapped in there fighting for her very last breath. I can’t quite recall what happened to poor Cherie but I do remember making a vow to never hang out in a refrigerator when I was 8. Kudos to ol’ Punky B. and all her great life lessons.

So anyway – the other day Ethan and I played Hide & Seek again. He got good. I spent a solid 5 minutes actually looking for him. Then I finally found him inside the dryer. Cue the Punky Brewster title screen.