Peek-a-boo

Yes, this is absolutely a post about a game played with small children. My oldest has been whisked away by my parents and I won’t see him until Christmas. *sob* On the upside this gives my husband and me some special time with the little one. He hasn’t had much alone time since he was born so I thought it would be wonderful to spoil him (as if the little stinker isn’t spoiled enough already).

One day I sat with the little one on my lap watching TV and I realized he was around the age where children play peek-a-boo. So I gave it a shot. “Peek-a-boo,” I said then covered my face, of course peeking through my fingers to see his response. To my surprise he knew how to play… very badly. How can you play peek-a-boo badly? Ask my son.

When you say the words, he instantly brings his little hands to his face but he doesn’t cover his eyes. He covers his cheeks (think of Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone) or his mouth. The motion has become second nature to the child. We say, “Peek-a-boo,” the hands go up, usually in a look of surprise because his eyes are wide as saucers (and not covered as they should be). Of course this makes all the members of my household cry with laughter, so it makes him enjoy the game even more. So as a result I live in a house filled with adults addicted to playing peek-a-boo. Yes, this is my life. *Sigh*