of *squeak* and *squeak* and *squeak* and *squeak* and *squeak*........

I think wifey and I have become those irritating parents that buy those squeaky shoes for their kids. Those irritating shoes that squeaks everytime the kid takes a step.
We got Sophie a pair of shoes for Chinese New Year and only realize that they were the squeaky type when we tried them on her. But at that time we figured that it’s no biggie as Sophie is nor really walking yet. Besides we normally have her in barefoot on the rubber mat when we teach her to walk. So the extent of the irritative-ness did not really dawn on us. Now that Sophie is walking consistently these days, it become clearer to us that our contribution in increasing the stress level of the people around us has increased by a few points. These days, whenever we go out it will be *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* and I guess I will be expecting hate mails soon.

One strange thing that I notice is that, as irritating as those squeaking can be. The ones from Sophie never bother’s me. In fact it sometimes sounds like music to my ears (and good music I might add). I guess I could be bias but it really does sound fine to me. So I guess the big ‘light bulb’ message to me is that ‘If the squeak comes from your flesh and blood, it is music. But if it’s someone else’s kid, then it’s damn irritating and you’d rather endure multiple root canal (in one sitting!) than to hear another squeak’.

Oh ya, Talia Ann’s daddy got a good point on getting soft soled shoes for Sophie. So I guess that is a good enough reason to replace the squeaky shoes :D