The one-sided hide-and-seek game
These days we’re busy playing hide-and-seek. Literally. Little Man, Mummy and Daddy. Or when Daddy’s at work, just Little Man and Mummy. It’s a game we’ve all played when we were growing up, but I have to admit I’ve never played it like this. At least not that I can remember.
Little Man has changed the rules. And Mummy and Daddy have to play on his terms. So it starts with him tugging us off the sofa pleading: ‘I want to hide-and-seek’. Then he orders us: ‘Daddy hide with me’. So I count to 10, ‘Ready or not, here I come’ and go all around the house on a pretend search while knowing all along exactly where my little son and his daddy are hiding. Because Little Man chooses to hide in the SAME place EVERY time (on the side of the bed in our room, if you ever play a game with him).
Little Man’s favourite hiding place
And even if I genuinely didn’t know where he was hiding, it wouldn’t take me more than 10 seconds to find out, because he can’t resist squirting out squeals of laughter and popping his head out of his hiding place: Boo! Peek-a-boo! I, nonetheless, pretend to be surprised and exclaim: ‘Oh there you are! I thought you were under the table/ in the bathroom!’ Which emits more squeals of laughter from him.
Then I hide, telling Little Man to count to 10 before coming to find me. ‘One Two Four Eight Nine Ten I’m Toming’ and he charges around the house expectantly looking out for me in every nook and corner or behind every door. (He does know his numbers right up to 20, but conveniently omits most of them at this time). And squeals with happiness once again when he does chance upon me!
Sometimes when it’s just Little Man and me playing, and I tell him to hide, he innocently tells me: ‘Mummy hide with me’ to which I explain that if I hide with him, how will I find him? But he has none of it so I often land up hiding with him and then finding him too! Or should I say finding us? And acting as surprised as my acting skills allow me. It still leads to squeals of laughter and that’s all that matters in the end.
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