Conversation just now:
WHM: Mommy, where's my motorcycle?
ME: Right there, on the rocking chair.
WHM: Oh! I thought you hided it!
ME: Not, "hided," "hid."
WHM: Oh, I thought you HID it.
ME: No, I didn't hide it.
Poor kid just looked at me like I was either nuts or trying to trick him, grabbed his motorcycle, and walked away!