Hide and Seeking

Drew and Owen have a new favorite game: hide and seek. Or hide and seeking as Owen calls it. We played a couple days ago and had so much fun. I was cracking up the whole time because the boys never really grasped the concept of being the hider; the point is to not be found, but apparently that's not as fun... I walked around our basement pretending to not know where Drew and Owen were hiding. I searched here and there calling, "Where could my boys be? Are they in the toy box? No... Are they under the couch? No..." Then, from under the blankets in the spare bedroom I heard, "We're in here, Mom!"

It reminded me of one of my favorite poems as a kid:

Hiding by Dorothy Aldis

I'm hiding, I'm hiding

And no one knows where;

For all they can see is my

Toes and my hair

And I just heard my father

Say to my mother -

"But, darling, he must be

Somewhere or other;

Have you looked in the inkwell?"

And Mother said, "Where?"

"In the INKWELL?"said Father.

But I was not there.

Then "Wait!" cried my mother —

"I think that I see

Him under the carpet."

But It was not me."

Inside the mirror's

A pretty good place."

Said Father and looked, but saw

Only his face.

"We've hunted," sighed Mother,

"As hard as we could

And I am so afraid that we've

Lost him for good."

Then I laughed out aloud

And I wiggled my toes

And Father said —"

Look, dear,I wonder if those

Toes could be Benny's?

There are ten of them, see?"

And they WERE so surprised to find

Out it was me!

In case you're wondering what my other favorite poems are:

My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson

Mud by Polly Chase Boyden

Crowded Tub by Shel Silverstein

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost