Hiding

When the kids hear the garage door open when I return from work, they run and hide. This has been going on for a while. Ben changes up his hiding place. Mary's "hiding" place is the same every time: on the floor, face down, covering her eyes, behind the island. I love the covering eyes part as if that makes her more hidden. She shouts "hooo! hooo!" for me to come find her. Among the best parts of coming home.