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We had the whole family over Wed, Thu, Fri. Not happy for the reason, but it was good to be together. I got to play with the kids quite a bit. Even more than usual, since I forced myself into a daytime schedule. (My oldest niece told me I was "kind of making up" for the times they'd been there and I'd been asleep.)
Spent some time (Friday night, I think?) playing hide and seek with my two nieces. The younger one is only two, and needs some help and supervision, but the older one is six and will probably outgrow the game soon enough. (She already plays chess, checkers, backgammon, rummicube, and several other more grown-up games.) So we took turns teaming up with the little one, either hiding or seeking.
When it was my turn to hide by myself (Yes, the six-year-old is mature and responsible enough to watch out for the two-year-old. We even had her in charge of Grandpa a time or two...), I decided to have some fun. We've got a larger-than-life Curious George who sits in a chair in the front hall. I picked him up, sat down cross-legged in his chair, and put him in my lap. He covered about 90% of me. My folded legs were visible underneath, my arms were tucked in, holding him around his sides, and I could just see over the top of his head. I figured it was an unlikely place to look (there aren't really many good hiding places in the hall to begin with, and the chair is out in the open) and if I sat really still...
My oldest niece walked past me, stopped, turned around, and came over. "Not a very good hiding place," she told me, with a laugh in her voice.
The other one, trailing behind, came up laughing with glee and tagged my knee triumphantly. "I found you!" she proudly declared.
So I got up and got ready to split up for the next round. I put George back down, only to have him snatched up by the little one. She dragged him into the dining room and left him under the table. "He's hiding!" (Or something to that effect.)
We split up. The two kids went off to hide. I found them in the living room. The little one jumped up and declared that we had to go find George before playing the next round. She ran to the dining room, leaving us to follow her. Went right up to George's "hiding spot" (which was in plain sight from across the hall, the table notwithstanding), pointed to him, and triumphantly declared, "I found you! I found you!"
Next time, I'll have to get someone to move George when she's not looking. *G*
Spent some time (Friday night, I think?) playing hide and seek with my two nieces. The younger one is only two, and needs some help and supervision, but the older one is six and will probably outgrow the game soon enough. (She already plays chess, checkers, backgammon, rummicube, and several other more grown-up games.) So we took turns teaming up with the little one, either hiding or seeking.
When it was my turn to hide by myself (Yes, the six-year-old is mature and responsible enough to watch out for the two-year-old. We even had her in charge of Grandpa a time or two...), I decided to have some fun. We've got a larger-than-life Curious George who sits in a chair in the front hall. I picked him up, sat down cross-legged in his chair, and put him in my lap. He covered about 90% of me. My folded legs were visible underneath, my arms were tucked in, holding him around his sides, and I could just see over the top of his head. I figured it was an unlikely place to look (there aren't really many good hiding places in the hall to begin with, and the chair is out in the open) and if I sat really still...
My oldest niece walked past me, stopped, turned around, and came over. "Not a very good hiding place," she told me, with a laugh in her voice.
The other one, trailing behind, came up laughing with glee and tagged my knee triumphantly. "I found you!" she proudly declared.
So I got up and got ready to split up for the next round. I put George back down, only to have him snatched up by the little one. She dragged him into the dining room and left him under the table. "He's hiding!" (Or something to that effect.)
We split up. The two kids went off to hide. I found them in the living room. The little one jumped up and declared that we had to go find George before playing the next round. She ran to the dining room, leaving us to follow her. Went right up to George's "hiding spot" (which was in plain sight from across the hall, the table notwithstanding), pointed to him, and triumphantly declared, "I found you! I found you!"
Next time, I'll have to get someone to move George when she's not looking. *G*