Arnold and I were walking through the IKEA bedroom section. We were chatting when a noise came from a pile of toys. “Blah, Blah, Blah.” Was the only thing I could hear. “Shh! Hear that?” “I didn’t hear anything.” “Arnold, there’s a noise coming from the toy pile. Come on, there might be something, or someone, under it!” I said. I started digging through the toys crazily. Arnold joined in and soon there was a crying bay in our hands. A mother rushed forward to take the child. “Thank you.” Were the baby’s first words, and they were for us.