The Lass’ Hiding Spot

I was playing with Lego’s with the boy tonight for awhile. My Mom dug them out of their storage spot back home and offered them up. Fortunately, the space based Lego’s were separate from the rest. He immediately latched onto them and hasn’t looked back. I’ve been building different spaceships to try and encourage his new habit.

Alas, the lass also likes to play with them. Unfortunately, she doesn’t take care of them and she’s already misplaced some pieces that are used to make a rocket. I told her she couldn’t play with the Lego’s until she’d found the pieces. She spent about 10 minutes looking, 9-and-a-half of which consisted of me saying “Having you looked in —?”

Finally, she declared “Daddy, I don’t really want to play with the Lego’s.”

They say water always finds the path of least resistance. I wonder what that makes her?

She then disappeared upstairs. After a few minutes, I asked the boy to go a see what she was up to. He came back downstairs and said she was sleeping under her bed and that I had to see her.

After a few more minutes, it was bedtime, so we cleaned up the Lego’s and then went upstairs. Sure enough, she was under her bed, fast asleep. I never realized how much room is under the bed. The Wife has a bed skirt on her bed which serves to make the spot a great fort.

She was curled up under the head side of the bed, with a blanket and pillows. She had her Horton (as in the Dr. Seuss elephant) tucked under her arm. There were a couple of books under the bed with her.

I considered throwing a blanket over her and leaving her there, but decided if she woke up disoriented in the middle of the night there would be hell to pay. So I pulled her out by her feet, hoisted her into bed, placed her blanket next to her and tucked Horton under her arm. She pulled him in tight to her. Other than that, she barely stirred.

Nothing like a cozy nook to fall asleep in.