What I learned playing hide and seek

For Christmas we went back to Canada. We went to Newfoundland to where my parents moved to two weeks after I got hitched. My parents didn't empty nest, they picked up the nest and moved it across the country so it would stay empty. With the house came neighbours. With neighbours came a community. A community that has become what I like to call my parents chosen family. I wasn't just excited to be with my parents over Christmas but I was excited to experience the people who have embraced my parents. John and I haven't been back to Newfoundland much. This was actually our first time back since BEFORE Switzerland happened to us. 

On New Years Day was a day of firsts. First time John had Jiggs Dinner. The first time I got to spend time with the people who had taken my parents in as their own. And it was the first time in years I got to play hide and seek!

There are days where I forget how to adult. And then there are days where I forget I'm an adult. News Years Day was such a day. When we arrived at my parents neighbours my mom showed us off around the room ahem...introduced John and I to everyone we all tucked in for dinner. John and I unwittingly sat at the unofficial kids table. This is where we met Quinn, Kelsey and Maddy. Our dinner companions were having a highly intellectual conversation about the American election and a certain gentleman's proclivity for twitter shenanigans. We were both asked about our thoughts on the currently political climate and whether or not we also tweeted. John was a hard no on the twitter front. But I explained I had twitter but mostly because I was a blogger and writer. I was asked if I ever tweeted anything political or wrote anything interesting. I said I wrote about what it was like to live in Switzerland. They had never met a blogger before. Nor had they ever met someone who was bitten by a lion before. We were immediately dubbed "the cool grown ups." They gave me several topic ideas for this blog. They asked about John's travels and why we moved to Switzerland if our families live in Canada.

Fun fact: John and I are like catnip for kids. Seriously. Kids think we're great. I think it's because our maturity levels are about the same. 

After dessert the three muskateers left the table and John and I proceeded to try being grown-ups and visited with the other adults. We talked about our work, our travels, living abroad and car insurance. 

Then the best invite I've ever gotten came,

"Tatiana, can you come play hide and seek?"

They looked hopefully at me and then at my mom and then back at me. I then looked at my mom and asked, "Mom, can I play hide and seek?"

My mom just looked at me, blinked, and said, "you're 32, you don't need to ask Weeds." 

Oh yeah! I'm an adult! I don't need to ask permission to leave the table. I can just leave the table when ever I feel like it. That's what being an adult is all about. And I can play hide and seek because being a grown up is AWESOME!

The ground rules were set;

1. I was the official seeker because I was the oldest.
2. No speed counting. You needed to at least Mississippi or locomotive.
3. No scaring people when you find them. 
     3.1 But accidental scaring happens and that's okay.
4. Giving the other hiders away while not strictly forbidden is unsporting.

After several rounds of hide and seek that involved, shrieking (on their part), pretending not to seem them immediately (on my part) and debates about whether hiding under beds is fair if only one person playing is small enough to fit we took a break. Kelsey and I discussed the literary merits of Harry Potter and John told Maddy and Quinn about feeding Lemurs bananas in Madagascar.

I learned a few things during hide and seek,

1. If you're going to hide in something hide all of your. Legs sticking out is a dead give away.
2. Stifled giggles also a dead give away.
3. Siblings will ALWAYS tell you where the other sibling is hiding. Always. Without fail.
4. If you're going to hide in a cupboard, don't toss everything out of said cupboard. This is what is called evidence.

But most importantly,

5. When kids ask you to play hide and seek, play hide and seek. Count using locomotives, hunt for suppressed giggles in piles of laundry. Pretend you can't see them and get their siblings to rat them out. It's a much better way to spend your time at a party I think.