
Then she made up her own rules.

Molly's version consisted of grabbing a tile and RUNNING to the back hallway of the cabin where she would stash it. Then RUNNING back out to the coffee table where should would feign innocence about the location of aforementioned tile.

Molly would hold up her hands and repeat, "Where is it?" when I asked her where the tile went. Then she would bolt back to her hiding spot and grab it.

Sometimes she would bring it back in the snowball maker and ask me where it went.

All the running back n' forth would eventually tire her out which was AWESOME!
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