I used to hide in a small hexagon shaped coffee table when i was little. Now I own that coffee table and adore it!
Today I couldn't find Emmett but could hear papers rustling around, when suddenly it clicked that he had discovered the door to this table and crawled in and made himself at home, only opening the door for the quickest second to grab a cheerio on the floor then slamming it again, just in case someone wanted to crawl in with him. I watched him for a good five minutes just wondering what he was thinking. He would break out into fake laughs and then squawk and say 'dadada' in the highest voice you've ever heard, it was very entertaining. Speaking of entertaining, a little boy at story time today barked the entire 45 minutes. He was Emmett's age but twice as big and it made me giggle, like inappropriate church giggles(my sisters know). His mom was quite flustered but I assured her it was very alright! I Love little boys.