Uncle Gareth bought Alice a pair of squeaky shoes a few months back. Last week we tried one on and realized that her feet were finally big enough to sport them... Then began the task of finding the other one. No easy feat. Lucy searched every toy bin, laundry basket and cereal box to find it, but to no avail.
Not wanting to admit to our beloved bro-bro that we were one squeak short of a match, we were about to order a secret replacement pair on the Internet...
But then the wonderful moment arrived when Alice opened the trunk of her push-car and there was the magical slipper.
What a happy ending to an exciting story.
The result speaks for itself (turn up your speakers to full volume and replay a dozen times)
Now imagine two hours of constant squeaking (someone might be hiding those shoes again soon)