Tonight we took a few hours off to have a decent dinner (salmon alfredo pasta--good for the brain), milk the goat (yes, there's a goat now--2 actually) and play hide and go seek with our son (who will be 4 next March). I had forgotten how much fun playing hide and go seek is.
My hubby was supposed to hide first. He did great, confounding our son to the point that hubby gave up and came out. I mentioned that he's a good hider, so my son stated wryly, "Ok, DaDa, you hide in my room." Ah yes, place restrictions on your opponent's movements--didn't Machiavelli suggest that, too? ;-) My hubby hid (not in our son's room--treachery! ;-) and not too well once he started cracking up as I narrated our search for him. Finding him, our son decided he would hide.
The foldout bed is still open from my father's recent visit, and my son crawled under the sleeping bag while my hubby counted. "Ready or not, here I come !" was answered with giggles. My hubby raised an eyebrow. "Where's Jaiden?" he asked. "I'm here!" came the chuckled reply.
I cracked up. But it's very similar to Jai's take on traditional knock-knock jokes.... "Knock-knock," our son says. "Who's there?" one of us asks. "You!" replies our existentialist boy. Yes, amidst the heartache, the loss and depression, there's still joy. We just have to hunt for it a bit more actively some times.