Hide and Seek

One April afternoon, Ephram woke up from his nap and together we went into Charlie's room to end his quiet time.

But when I opened the door, he wasn't on the floor playing like usual.
He wasn't hiding in the corner under his bookshelf.
He wasn't tucked under the blankets piled on the floor.
He wasn't behind the door.
He wasn't crouched in the small space next to his dresser.
He wasn't in either closet.
And he wasn't under his desk.

That just about exhausted all of the usual hiding spaces.

I backed out of his room to see if I'd walked right past him in the bathroom.
No Charlie.
I came downstairs to see if he'd snuck down to color.
No Charlie.

I kind of started to panic a little.
And then I heard a giggle.
That infectious 15-month old rolling laugh that always meant the big brother was being silly.

I grabbed my camera and went upstairs.

One of these things is not like the other ones... can you spot it?

Here's another, more obvious angle.

During quiet time, Charlie had climbed into his stuffed animal tub and carefully piled all his friends back around his body.  I probably should have noticed the smiling face in the middle of the toys, but I truly didn't expect to see my son there.  Who knows how long he was sitting in their... but it had to have been warm.

He is such a goofy, happy, silly kid!