So, pushing a cart full of Christmas toys out of Toy R Us yesterday, and I'm thinking oh time to get back to work not running late at all glad I'm done with shopping for these toys that wasn't that....
And I get to my truck, and I stop. With a cart full of toys. Outside my truck.
My extended cab truck, that has no hiding places whatsoever. My truck that I will be picking up my kid in later that afternoon.
Assuming he still has the power of sight when I pick him up - a likely assumption! - he will notice the pile of toys in the truck if he is at all paying attention. You may be able to slip things by a kid, but a pile of toys? They notice those.
So! I stuff it all in the back of the cab behind the passenger seat, then cover it with my coat. It doesn't quite hide it, but the fold-up rain poncho I have back there covers the rest. Now, there's a big pile of something in the back, covered with coats.
But! When I picked John up in the evening it was black dark. He never even noticed.
Being a parent is all about being sneaky. And fast on your feet.
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