It was a lazy kind of Sunday – just the day I needed. Chilling with my family…
…And playing too.
I was telling baby girl at one point in the day, how she had the most fantastic bed, and if I were her, I would sleep in it all day, and all night (just an extension of her already good habits, but just wanting to concrete in that sleeping in her own bed/room is THE BOMB).
Well of course after that statement, she of course wanted to tuck me into her bed.
I happily complied. It was a cold and rainy day. I snuggled in under the covers, she read to me, put her stuffed lion and elephant toys around me, and I pretended to sleep.
When she left the room, I sprung into action. I got out of her bed, shoved her elephant under the covers in my place, and then hid in her wardrobe opposite the bed. I heard her come in, walk over to the bed, and go “huh?”
I stifled my laughter.
Some shuffling, and then I heard laughter.
Oh God she had found the elephant. I put my hand over my mouth. I was sure she would hear my quietly escaping laughter.
“Mama? Ma! Mama?” she called for me around the room, and then asked the elephant if he knew where I was, and answered for him too – “No.”
Meanwhile I was sniggering two metres away.
She left the room calling to her Dad, telling him Mama was gone, and I jumped out of the wardrobe, back into bed, threw Mister Elephant to the side, and pulled the covers up close around my head.
I closed my eyes as she approached. “Oh! Mama!” she was smiling.
She indicated I had been gone, and the elephant had been in the bed.
“What? I’ve been here the whole time!”
Whose the child here?!?!
I ended with the cheeky question, posing to her that Mama had tricked her – I don’t want to leave the girl with questionable freaky ideas about her mother disappearing and then reappearing suddenly – but it had been good fun, and on a quiet, low-key, rainy Sunday, we had made some fun and silly memories.
I love these games, and I love how she brings out the child in me. Why would you ever want to grow up?