"Daddy, come find me!"

Just about every day when I come home from work, Hailey drops whatever she is doing, runs into her bedroom, jumps into bed, pulls the covers over her head and says, "Daddy, come find me!" I then, must perform the following routine (else be chastised): 1) walk throughout the house "looking" for her and calling her name; 2) go into her room, look under the bed; 3) say "I'm tired" and lay down on the bed and her; 4) complain the bed is lumpy; 5) wonder out loud why the bed is lumpy, moving, and breathing; 5) pull down the covers and say "I found you." I love this routine, it never gets old. I hope it never does.