So Mate took Squish and Zoomboy to the park and gymnastics while I was home, hosting the 'chat'. I always feel a little silly at those things--but there were around twenty visitors, and everyone was really sweet, so I think it went well. Anyway, when it was over, first I walked around the block barefoot (hard to explain, and I burned my tootsies, but it was very necessary for my life as an earthling as opposed to my life as a cyberbeing.)
Anyway, Squish was TUCKERED OUT--tuckered enough to be a whinging nightmare by around seven o'clock, so her dad decided to play hide and seek with her. It went something like this:
Dad: "Ready or not, here I come!"
Squish (loudly, from behind the pantry wall: "I'm hiding, Dad, come find me!"
Dad (shaking his head): Next time, Squish, howsabout you don't yell at me, and then I can find you, okay?
Squish; OKay. You seek. I'll hide. Go count.
Dad (after a suitable interval of him counting and Chicken and I getting Squish to hide under a blanket and in the corner with the stuffed animals in the living room): Ready or not, here I come!
Squish: I'm in here under the blanket, Daddy!
Chicken, Dad, and I: *laughing until we cough, cry, and wet our pants* Squishy! Next time, don't tell him where you're hiding!
Squish: Okay, Dad. Go count again.
Dad (after Chicken and I have directed Squish to sit placidly under the kitchen table as a good hiding place): Ready or not, here I come!
Squish: *sings loudly and tunelessly under the table* Daddy! How did you know where to find me!
Dad (putting face in hands): Squish, do you mind if we play another game?
Squish: It's okay, Daddy. This time you hide, and I'll seek. That'll be good, okay?
Dad: Sure. You go count and I'll go out and get a soda--I mean hide in the garage.
Squish (ten minutes of fruitless searching later): Daddy....
Anyway, it was high entertainment for the whole family. An hour later, we went looking for Squish and we found her: Asleep dead center in the middle of our bed, hands splayed out at her side and her legs spread, like a red-headed starfish.
Four year olds--there is NO vaccination for the cuteness.
6 comments:
Squishy sounds like a trip! preschoolers are a lot of fun.
Aww, that's adorable!
On the other hand, you won't have to call out the National Guard to search for a lost child because she's gotten so good at hide and seek that you can't find her. I can just see her at the mall now - marching right up to the first official-looking person and saying, "I'm lost. Where's my mommy?" And the nice person would say, "Let me help you find her. What's her name?" "Mommy." The helpful person would smile and say, "Well, what's she like?" and Squish would promptly say, "Chocolate and naked men."
Oh my god, that's a cute picture!!! Squish sounds like SUCH a hoot!!!
No better way to end the day than with a fun Squishy story :-)
(I read through the chat - you did great!)
Red headed star fish are rare.
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