I can’t think of anything clever to say about this, but I don’t think you’ll need my help to find the humor in it.
So often, I come into a quiet room and can’t find my child for a few seconds. I know he’s napping somewhere. The challenge is to figure out which crevice he’s in.
Maybe he’ll find some money under the couch while he’s at it.
More likely some stale Cheerios, unfortunately.