“How far should I count?”
“Count to 25!”
My niece and I were playing hide and seek this afternoon. When I got to 12, she came back.
“Come!”
“What is it?”
“I need your help,” she says, grabbing my hand.
She leads me into the bedroom, and I see our dirty laundry spread everywhere. Of course, she figured out that she’s small enough to fit in our laundry bin, but she can’t get in herself. I lift her up and carefully place her in the bin. I grab the lid she had tossed on our bed and place it on her head.
“This is the perfect hiding spot!” I say. “I’ll never find you.”