A few years ago, my friend and her family stayed with us during the summer holidays.
One day, we planned to take the children to the zoo. Just when we were about to leave, my friend discovered that she couldn’t find her daughter’s shoes.
My friend’s daughter was 3 years old, and my kids’ slippers were much too big for her. So, we launched a massive shoe-hunt, we emptied the shoe cupboard, my friend emptied all her suitcases and bags. We looked under the sofa and cots, we checked outside the house. There was no sign of the missing shoes.
We wondered if we could just carry the child and pick up new shoes on the way.
Suddenly, the little girl said, “Papa, I know where shoe.”
All of us watched her as she ran to the balcony and pointed downwards. We went to check. There they were, a pair of pink shoes, fallen seven floors below, on the roof of the building’s porch. We wondered when she had thrown them!
We brought out the ladder and took it down to the porch. My friend’s husband had to do a bit of a Spiderman type of jump. As we watched, he waved his hands victoriously to show us that he had managed to get the shoes.
When the little girl saw her shoes, she clapped in glee, and when we saw her, all of us burst out laughing.