Really, I am not quite sure what or where the stinky closet is.
We had our friends, Jason, Jessie and Aiden over to watch Ratatouille and eat supper. We ate breakfast-for-supper with homemade syrup. We had some extra syrup, so we sent some home with them.
While I was crouched down looking for a container (in the lower cabinet), Aiden calls out to me. She wanted to know where I was. One of the other adults told her I was hiding and to look for me, perhaps upstairs. So, up she went. She was calling out to me, and I answered. That may seem counter-productive, but it isn’t. There is a vent between the bedroom and the kitchen, and it sounds like you are in the same room. She was asking if i was in the closet. At some point she said some thing about my being in the stinky closet. I do not know what she means. Our house only has one closet, and that is where we keep clothes. She looked behind the fish tank for me, in the fridge, in the freezer, under the bean bags, and still didn’t find me. I was standing in the shower, we have a sliding door on it. They told her to look in the bathroom, and she did, quickly and did not see me. They told her to look again. The second time, I slid the door open, and she jumped and had a very startled look on her face for a second, and then she had a big smile. Then it was her turn to hide, and then Jacob’s turn.
Thanks for coming over guys, and especially for letting us scare your kid.