Hide and seek

Matt likes to hide from me. I'll be totally pre-occupied doing something when I slowly start to notice there's a strange kind of stillness in our home. I stop what I'm doing, look around, and my husband's gone. I call out--"Matt?" Silence.

Thus begins my search. Sometimes I find him behind the bench in our kitchen. Other times I find him behind pressed up against the bedroom wall. Last time, I found him here--bathroom corner, standing in the laundry basket wearing the ridiculous t-shirt my sister and brother-in-law gave him.

Who says you have to grow up and act old once you're married?