Mia screeched, ‘Help! Mummy, help!’
‘Help what?’ I said.
‘Want to get those boxes over there!’ Mia was on her hands and knees, pointing deep under her bed.
‘Oh, I can’t reach, Mia. Only daddy can get those boxes. He has long arms. I have short arms.’
Hearing this, Mia sat back and was quiet. Then she shouted, ‘Mr Tickle!’
She jumped up and grabbed Mr Tickle from the top of her toybox. Then she threw herself under the bed, legs sticking out, and the sound of her straining to reach something.
Then I heard, ‘I did it! I did it!’ and two boxes were ejected out from under the bed.