I've already discussed my inability to hide presents (and how I inherited it from my mom), but in case you didin't believe me, exhibit B:
"It's really heavy, why not leave it out in plain sight since it's all hidden by the shipping box?"
So I did. A little background here: Eric gets like a million boxes in the mail, so Amos sort of knows they're always for Dada. Anyway, as I was making dinner the other night Amos came tearing into the kitchen lit up like a Christmas tree:
"Mama! Mama! There's a train in Dada's box!"
I tried to make up for it by telling him it was Baby Audrey's train. I have no idea why I thought he'd believe me, or find that acceptable. He was quick to point out that there was a boy playing with the train on the box, so it wasn't for a baby. Seriously, I cannot trick a 3-year-old.
The box is in the garage now, hopefully forgotten until Christmas.