Becca has started playing a new game.  She goes down to our bedroom and closes the door.  I follow her down the hallway saying, ‘Where is Becca?’  I open the door.  No Becca.  Oddly enough, however, is the giggling coming from the other side of the bed.  When I finally come around the corner of the bed to find her, she shrieks loudly.  Thank goodness she can’t come up with the idea of climbing onto a closet shelf to hide.  At least, not yet.