While I enjoyed this (as it gave me prime cuddle opportunities) there were times that I needed alone time. As long as #3 was awake, this was not possible. On occasions when Hubby was home, he would keep the kids distracted in the front room while I disappeared into the bedroom or bathtub for a break.
On one of those occasions, #3 was between 18 months and 2 years and he escaped without Daddy noticing. #3 began his search for Mommy.
I was relaxing in a wonderful bath with a good book, and I could hear him making his way up the hall, knocking on each door and calling "Mommy?". As he got closer and closer I began to panic, not wanting to give up my precious relaxation time.
At last #3 made it to the bathroom door, knocked and called "Mommy?". Inspiration struck me like lightening....
"I'm in the kitchen!" I called back.
"O-tay!" was his reply and I could hear bare feet slapping on the wood flooring and the distinctive swish if diaper clad bootie running back towards the kitchen.
Hubby found him and kept him corralled and I was able to get a good 1/2 hour in (after I stopped laughing) before the next issue called me back to the real world.
Unfortunately tricks like that only work one time on bright children and I was never again to pull it off. The memory however is a sweet one.