“Luca, honey, it’s lunchtime,” I shouted out the back door.

I could hear him giggling, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. Not that it meant I didn’t know where he was. As sweet and amazing as my four-year-old son was, he wasn’t one of the smartest cookies. Every time he hid in the yard, it would always be in the same spot. Playing hide and seek had become a game of him hiding in that same bush and me walking around the yard, looking under tables and behind trees, pretending I didn’t know he was in that bush. I would hear him giggling away to himself and it was the...