Early yesterday morning before the sun was up, I was brushing my hair in the bathroom off the back room off our house. The back room is where we store craft stuff, the server closet, and our guests, when they come to call. In the mirror I caught a glance of something moving in said guest-storage-futon. I whirled around to see a blanket flip up over a giggling lump in the bed.
“You can’t see me!” a three-year-old voice sing-songed out. “Neener-neener-neener!”
“Where did you learn that from?” The lump just giggled.