November 12, 2005 - Saturday
I got home from my short business trip to find the boys, well, hiding. They've been into hide and seek lately and they were hiding from me when I came in the house. It's not the greatest welcome home, but I don't mind. It's their favorite game right now and they play it between themselves all the time. Interestingly, my father has told stories of how he used to play hide and seek with his little brother and how he would tell my Uncle David where to hide. Uncle David would apparently go along with it, thinking, he has told me, that if he hid well, it wouldn't matter if the seeker knew where to look. It turns out that Harry does the same thing with Jeremy and Jeremy goes along with it, too. A little later after I got home I was checking email on the computer and Jeremy came in my room to hide, so I helped him hide behind my chair and played dumb when Harry asked. It was great until Jeremy started giggling. That gave me a much different perspective on what I'd imagined my father and his brother were doing and thinking. It wasn't so much that one was smart and the other gullible, as it had seemed on the surface so many years ago. Now with Jeremy and Harry I see that the fun is actually in being found, not in hiding or hiding well. Hiding well makes the game too long and that just delays the moment of elation.


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