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Every family has games they like to play. Well at least I assume they do cause ours does and we seem to be pretty normal. For the most part. On a good day. If no one looks too closely. But I digress as I often do.

Last night Popstar talked us in to a round of the family favorite:

Hide and Sneak.

You know that game....

The one where you turn off all the lights in the house and let your kids run pell mell through it in the dark? Then the smallest one and her helper of choice, armed with the flashlight, sneak around trying to find the hidden ones?

The one where you come to the startling realization that most of your kids and all of your pets fit in the dryer? And your husband doesn't?

The one during which, and for some unknown reason, your toddler insists that somebody may be hiding in a toilet bowl and therefore both of them must be inspected EVERY time?

The one where someone inevitably gets hurt and everyone else laughs? Till they cry?

The one where your toddler accidentally paraphrases a Tom Hanks quote and brings you to your knees at your husbands expense?

Yeah, that's the one we play alright......

Allow me to set the scene:

It was a dark and stormy night....well it was dark. Popstar and I were "sneaking" and had just finished a through perusal of the master bath toilet "just in case Mommy". As we rounded the corner into the room proper out of the silent darkness there came a noise. A horrible sound instantly recognised by all in our house.

I bit my tongue to keep from laughing in the hopes she hadn't heard it. And then hit my knees in convulsive laughter as a small voice from beyond the flash light piped up indignantly:

"Daddy, there's no farting in hide and sneak!"