MyThreeDaughters

You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to not look somewhere.
Quick. Don’t read this.
See?
This morning, when my wife fled the house for some fun (making photocopies for Fontaine’s first-grade teacher), I was here with Elizabeth and Rose.
“Let’s play hide and seek!” Elizabeth said.
O.K., you hide, I said.
Then Elizabeth added, “And don’t look behind the brown chair.”
Rose was doing what one-and-a-half year olds like to do, which seems to be run around, jabber and squeal while simultaneously strewing crumbs of some sort about the house and putting small objects in her mouth.
But Elizabeth somehow convinces or corrals her to get behind the you know what and, uh, hide.
As I walk around the living room, I hear Elizabeth whispering and Rose yammering.
Then I hear, “Remember Daddy, don’t look behind the brown chair.”
So I walk around some more, fill my thermal coffee cup up for work, brush my teeth, and go find them.
They scream and giggle.
Then Elizabeth protests.
“Daddyyyyy, you weren’t supposed to look behind the brown chair!”
O.K. girls, my turn to hide.
Don’t look upstairs under the covers of my bed. I won’t be up there catching up on my sleep.