Tuesday, August 2, 2011

squeak. squeak. squeak.

"Laugh to forget, but don't forget to laugh" -Sign at the mall


Today I went to the mall with the family. While mom and the boys waited in line to build a free thing at the Lego store, I took the girls and we walked around. (us girls aren't that into Lego's, imagine that.) After spending a sufficient amount of time walking around the entire mall and browsing occasional stores, we were done. I found a nice little spot on a bench to wait for mom and the kids to come out of the store, while there was still a quite long line waiting to go in.

At the end of this line, was a family. A mom, dad, 2 girls, and 2 boys. The youngest, a boy probably around 1 or so, was running around completely enjoying himself.
It. was. adorable.

But as if his laugh and smile weren't enough, and the smile on his mom's face as she 'chased' him around wasn't enough, his shoes squeaked.

Yes, you heard that right. They squeaked. Every stumbling, running step of his little feet left a squeak.

In that moment, it was the most adorable, genuine thing. A mother running around chasing a small child so full of joy he just couldn't contain himself, who squeaked everywhere he went so you couldn't possibly lose him.

It was all I could do to not pick him up and laugh in joy with him.... but somehow I don't think that the parents would find that very amusing.

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