



I'll set the scene: Kade and Clint are playing around the house. I'm in the kitchen making dinner. I realize I haven't seen or heard Clint for a while. Looking around I say to Kade, "Where's Clint?" Kade replies, "Right there." A closer inspection finds him with a can opener in a corner. I now know his little hiding place. He knows he can't play with the can opener so he hid. He moved the fake fish aquarium and the bag of library books to get into the corner. That kid just makes me laugh.