The Seeker

I was at Hubby's computer (in a little room just off the kitchen) trying to bang out a blog post between turns of Risk Legacy (don't ask) when I heard two-and-a-half year old Seventh Niece calling me from the dining room.

"What?" I called back.

"Where are you?"

"Hiding."

"Where?"

"It's a secret." All the while she's getting closer to finding me.

"Where are you?"

"Hiding."

She's in the doorway. "What are you doing?"

"Hiding."

"From what?"

"Uh..."

"Kids?" she asks.

"Yes," I say, scooping her up. "But one kid found me. Can you guess which one?"

"Aw, man."

PS--No Risk pieces were harmed in the making of this post. Though I must admit that the first time I played this version, I looked at the colorful little pieces with their utterly chewable protrusions and remarked, "If they don't want us to eat the pieces, why do they make them look so edible?"