If I can’t see you…

I can’t be sure if my logic is correct or not, but it has occurred to me, that if I can’t see you then surely you can’t see me, right? Unsure of the scientific reliability of my thesis, I decided to test it while in the kitchen this evening. As usual, when I was done with dinner, I told mom and dad to get me out of my chair and put my ass on the ground…now! So, being good little parents and bending to my every will as they must, they plopped me on the ground. Mind you, this is the same ground that the dogs and cats sleep, walk, and drool/slobber on, and have pooped, peed, vomited on, etc…but that’s a rant for another day. Anyway, so after mom plopped me on the ground I made a beeline and scurried under dad’s chair. As I arrived dad got up and headed for the other side of the room; could he be looking for me? Was I invisible to his prying eyes?! Just to ensure that I was fully covered, I grabbed two of the chair’s legs and slowly scooted it over my head….I thought I had them fooled! However, just when I was getting my hopes up, mom dropped down to my level with her damn surveillance camera and snapped a picture of me in my hiding spot: foiled again! Blasted!