We were talking to a couple of our friends, who came over to visit us last week. The girls were playing like usual, they'd run in and out, just doing their own thing. Then Dar comes running in and says, "Mom! Mom! I was in there and the square went 'pft!'" in a rather urgent voice as she threw up her hands to signify the urgency of the sound.
Curious, I walked down to see what square she was talking about, if she was talking about a square at all. I walked into the girl's room and there sat a drawer (rectangular, by the way) in the middle of the floor that had fallen out of it's dresser.
"Yes Dar, I guess the square did go 'pft.'"
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