This is what Simon knows: In order to play hide and seek, somebody has to hide and somebody has to count. There’s something about “ready or not here I come” as well, but that’s not really important.
This is what Simon’s knowledge translates into:
“Mom, do you want to play hide and seek with me?”
“Yes I would. Do you want to hide first or count?”
“I will hide. You can count if you would like.”
“How high should I count?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe one hundred?”
“Okay, you go hide, and I will count to one hundred.”
Simon scrambles under a blanket on the couch, giggling and wiggling while I start counting and doing the dishes. I start out kind of slow, because there are a lot of dishes to wash.
From under the blanket, “Mom, count faster.” I speed up a little bit. It’s not fast enough, “Mom, you are counting too slow. Count faster.” I count faster: “Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred! Ready or not, here I come!”
Simon scrambles out from under the blanket, laughing, and runs toward me. I pick him up and lay him on the couch and tickle him until he says, “Okay, Mom, now it is your turn to hide.”
“Okay, you start counting and I’ll go hide.”
“No, you need to hide here, on the couch. Get under the blanket.” I grabbed a cookbook to read while he counted. He counts fast. Before I’m able to get through a recipe, he yells, “Ready or not, I’m coming!”
I peek out from under the blanket. He laughs with glee and comes after me.
The cycle starts again. He hides under the blanket. I count from my post at the kitchen sink.