Little rascal

The other day, I was doing something, like maybe the dishes, and while doing so I told Jamie that in a few minutes it was time to change his diaper, or for him to take a nap, or something. (Fuzzy on details.) I saw him turn around and walk away.

When I was done and I went to get him, I didn't see him. I called for him, heard a rustle, and went to look behind one of the stuffed chairs in our living room.

There he was--calmly sitting, doing nothing, and clearly hiding from me!