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Yesterday I exhibited another moment of klutziness. I was babysitting two kids, ages three and one (or 18 months or whatever calculation you use before just stating the year is appropriate) and we were all playing hide-and-seek. This game is amazingly simple when the children hide in plain sight. But see, it's still "hiding" because they are covering their eyes. So if they can't see you, you must not be able to see them. Incredible! After a while I decided to step it up a notch by actually hiding from them. I guess I got a little over-excited because as I ran into the bathroom to hide behind the door I ran straight into the corner of the wall that hides the toilet. I forgot this wall was there and what with running into an unfamiliar room with no lights on, I literally couldn't see what was coming.
So there I was trying to stifle my curse words from escaping while a throbbing bump on my head developed. But you know what? I was a trouper because I sure did stay in that spot until the kids found me. I may not let your kids get hurt while I'm watching them, but there's no guarantees for myself.