Being a parent is more often wearing than uplifting, but there are moments. I was getting ready for work with my 3½-year-old hanging around, I noticed a splotch on his face and said "hey come here and let me wipe your face off." He ran off into the next room and hid. He's really bad at hiding, so it was surprising when I went next door and couldn't find him.
I genuinely wondered if he'd gone downstairs or down the hall to his room, and made a loud remark along the lines of "Where is that boy?" From way at the back of a closet, one delighted little soprano giggle.
