How great it is to be found! Ben has recently discovered hiding things. He sits at dinner and hides his bread, fork, or other goodies behind his milk bottle on his tray, and looks at me expectantly. Where's the bread? I say, and he answers - "Here it is!" and pulls it out, only it sounds mainly like "ear et sss".

We went to the Girards house on Friday and it got suspiciously quiet for a while and no Ben was in sight. I spent 5 minutes searching their apartment asking "Where's Ben?" finally I thought to check the bathroom, where he had closed the door, and was gleeful (not scared, of waiting in the dark room) to be found.