That time between homework (God save me) and bedtime was my favorite time of day. Mom would make supper, while Bill played with his cars as he sat in his high chair, and Dad would play with us girls.
Hide-and-Seek. And this is how it went.
Dad was always "It", which blew my mind because who would choose to be "It" every time? However, I didn't question him aloud because I wasn't going to be the one who ruined a good thing.
Dad would start counting and we would run and hide, giggling as we ran, pushing long hair out of our faces as we raced to the best hiding spots in the house. He always counted slowly, giving us plenty of time to hide. I made my decision quickly, but Wendy would take forever, giggling as she would hide behind the couch and then change her mind and hide between the piano and the fireplace...in plain view. Then she'd giggle again and run off to a new spot.
I assumed he counted slowly to increase the suspense of the finding. I am not so sure now.
When Wendy finally settled on a place, he would shout, "Ready or not, here I come!"
We'd squeal and giggle with excitement and then he'd say, EVERY TIME, "Are you girls ready?"
And we'd all shout, "Ready!"
And wouldn't you know it, he would find us in less than 10 seconds. At six and a half I thought he was the best detective in the world. At thirty six I am feeling a little stupid.
My dad certainly knew how to get things to work in his favor.