So I was playing with my eldest daughter, Evelyn, who is about 17 months old. She's still teething, and I had just given her a dose of Children's Tylenol (which is probably the greatest invention since the combustion engine if you ask me). The bottle is small and plastic, and has a little dropper that you use to give the correct dosage. She likes to chew on the dropper to ease tooth pain.
Anyway, I was holding the Tylenol bottle between my hands and closing them, then opening them again. She would try to grab the bottle. Then, I would close my hands again, but I'd let the dropper fall out of my hands into my lap. She couldn't see that, since my hands were the only thing in her field of vision. I'd open my hands again, and the Tylenol bottle would be gone. Mystified, she'd look around for it. I'd scoop it up again and open my hands to reveal that it had returned. She would be overjoyed. This went on for a bit, and I took no small amount of pride that my meager sleight-of-hand was impressing a toddler.
Finally, I let her take the bottle and chew on it. We haven't seen it since.
It seems that Evelyn has much to teach me about making things dissapear.
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