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When one of my good friends and her daughter left my house the other morning, I was told that a princess Squeenky was left behind… somewhere in the basement.

Uh, oh.  A Squeenky is pretty small.  And our basement is pretty messy.  It could be lost forever, I thought, but planned to search for it later anyway.

Then, I promptly forgot all about it.

Until, that is, Luke ran up the stairs with it yesterday morning.  In two pieces.  He had beheaded Squeenky Cinderella!!!

I asked him WHY, but of course, there is no answer to that question.  He did it because he felt like it, and he could, and didn’t think about where it came from or whose it might be.

And so, because I was unsure of how precious the Squeenky was to our friend, and to make him assume some responsibility, I told Luke that he would have to buy a replacement.  After picking up Sam from a birthday party, we were going to head over to the toy store.

While at the party, I mentioned our quest to a fellow parent… who informed me that we may have to buy a whole Squeenky Princess set in order to get Cinderella.  Yikes!  I’ve never bought any, so I had no idea what this might cost.  Luke only had his $5 snow shoveling money.

Off to the toy store we went, but they didn’t carry them.  Walgreen’s should have them, though, we were told.  Walgreen’s, however, was out of the Disney variety.  Sheesh.  We postponed our search for a day.

This morning, Luke and I went off to Target.  We found Squeenkies.  A LOT of Squeenkies.  Big $10 packs of Squeenkies.  Including princess Squeenkies.  But no packs with a Cinderella Squeenky!!!  In a last ditch effort, we checked in another area of the store and looked at the endcaps.  And we found a Cinderella Squeenky!  Complete with pet horse!  Perfect!

We made our purchase and headed out.  On the way home, I explained to Luke that we were going to swing by our friends’ house so he could explain what happened and present the new Squeenky.  He was paralyzed with fear, and prayed all the way that they wouldn’t be home.

It turns out they WERE home and I stood next to Luke while we explained.  I offered the beheaded Squeenky back, as well as the new one, but they didn’t want it.

“Cool!” Luke said.  “I can use it as a headless zombie in one of my battles!”

Boys.