That boy. He just came to me and said, “Mom. I was looking for tissue paper under your bed and I saw . . . ” Giggle. Giggle. “I saw . . . you know. You aren’t very good at hiding, Mom. Seriously!” He has this big ol’ cheshire grin (see picture in post below) on his face.
He is the only kid out of three who manages to find presents every year. I swear. What am I going to do with him? I guess all I can do is giggle right along with him and then try to find a better hiding place for presents. We might have to try hiding stuff at other people’s houses. It’s the only way I’ll manage to keep presents from him.
The Puddles 
Seriously, Kath, under the bed! Rule 1 in hiding presents, never ever hide them under the bed or closet. Sheesh…
I was desperate! I had forgotten that I even had it hidden there! I’m glad Ben found it, frankly! I would have wondered tomorrow night where it went.
BTW, Ben asked me at bedtime if he could go look at it! Chris and I both said, “NO!”
I think he got the idea! I hope?!
A better place would have been your laundry room! No one goes in there! ;o)
so true.