Come Find Me, Mom

Rebecca, from the other room:  "Mom, come find us!  We're hiding."

Me:  "No."

Rebecca, stymied:  "Yes!  Come on, we're hiding.  Come find us!"

Me:  "No.  I don't want to find you."

Rebecca, in complete unbelief:  "But we're hiding!"

Me:  "It doesn't matter.  I'm taking a break from you."

Rebecca:  Mystified silence.

I wish I could have the self-confidence of an egocentric three year old who disbelieves the existence of people who don't want to be around them --- or even, take a break from them!