but it's a great place to hide, mom

after one of those mornings where we were both on the edge,
i thought we'd get back into our groove with a few rounds of cody's favorite game,
hide-and-seek.
it was during round number three, when i honestly could not find him. i searched and searched,
and finally yelled, "cody, i can't find you."

i hear a little voice say, "i'm in the tunnel."

and i instantly realize where he is.

quick, get me the handbook!
should i yell at him, or calmly explain?
as my blood pressure rockets up into space at the speed of light,
i opt for the yell.
"cody, get out of that washing machine this instant!"
so much for the groove.