The Closet

When I check my email in the morning, Emme hangs out in the closet in the office. She's obsessed with it for some reason.

She giggles, and laughs, and closes herself inside and then sits really still until I come looking for her.
All I can see are a few pudgy little fingers and a big eye peeking out at me.

Until she pops her head back out, yells peek-a-boo! and laughs and laughs.