My son

My son is on a mission to make me crazy. I was attempting to be a GM this afternoon and play games with my kids. We were deeply involved in a game of Scooby Doo when C. decided that he didn't want to play anymore. Fine, he wasn't really playing anyway. So he took his pieces and walked out of the room.

A. and I finished the game and were putting the pieces away and I called to C. to give me his pieces. He runs under the desk and says, "Here they are." I walk over to find him with empty hands. Haha! "Where are the pieces?" He runs over to the cupboard. "Here they are." I walk over to find empty hands. Ha friggin ha. "Where are the pieces?" He runs into the family room and opens the cabinet. "Here they are." You know how this goes.

Finally I am MAD!!! I put him in time out. He sits. I take his toys. He sits. He watches me look all over the friggin place for these pieces.
"WHERE ARE THE PIECES!!!" I scream
"They're in the box."
I open the box and there they are.