Stuck...

Memories exist from my childhood, warnings of dangers lurking in our basement. There were rules about hide and seek hiding places-- never in the old hutch or other scary places. These lessons were firmly planted in my little brain. Now that my children are old enough to play a little on their own, these memories are sneaking into my subconscious as I fold the laundry or do the dishes.

So, imagine my panic when Mia came running up the stairs the other day, yelling about Benjamin being stuck. Immediately, I started running through all the of the terrible scenarios of dangerous places where he could be stuck. How long had it been since she's decided to come and get me? I ran down the stairs only to spy Benjamin and run to get the camera. Really, how could I resist? I'm guessing that he was trying to wear his Easter bucket as a hat, but how priceless is that face?