They found it...

The children found my hiding place... you know, the place where you stash the gift to be opened for that holiday. I thought that I was so clever. Apparently, I'm not. So, what do you do when your kids come to you and ask about the box behind the bar with those three little initials that they've been wanting for a year? You LIE. Yes, that's what I said, without blinking or batting an eye... you LIE! And then they run off, skeptical, but content. Your heart rate goes up... way up and you think well, at least it's a gift from us and I know that they will love it. Do you think they may forget about it? Yeah, that's what I thought. Wishful thinking.