THUMP thump thump thump thump thump thump.

THUMP thump thump thump thump thump thump.

Pause.

THUMP thump thump thump thump thump thump.

Pause. THUMP thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump pause thump thump thump thump thump.

Anyone care to guess what that sound is, which I get to hear nonstop basically from around 7 AM every morning until 8PM every night?

THUMP thump thump thump thump thump thump.

THUMP thump thump thump thump thump thump.

What if I gave you the clue that all of the apartments in this building have hardwood floors and the sounds is coming from above me?

THUMP thump thump thump thump thump thump.

Need another clue? The thumping sound crosses from one end of the house to the other. Always in different directions.

THUMP thump thump thump thump thump thump.

Need yet another clue? Well, the 8PM should be a clue all by itself. But I’ll make it more specific. The source of the thumping goes to bed at 8PM every night.

All right, all right. I’ll stop with the suspense.

I have no doubt, whatsoever, no, not even an inkling of it, that there is a small toddler living above me.

THUMP thump thump thump thump thump thump.

THUMP thump thump thump thump thump thump.

At first the thumping was slightly annoying. Then I went to Sunday dinner and watched my toddler nephew THUMP thump thump thump thump thump thump his way around the house. SPRINTING as fast as his toddler legs could carry him. Always running. Always so friggin’ happy as he ran. And it was impossible not to just love and absorb that energy. God, I wish I just felt like running full speed anywhere I went, even if it was just to see what people were up to in the other room.

This thumping has been going on for about two months. A couple days ago I ran into a small family in the elevator, coming from the floor above me. With them was the cutest dang toddler. I wondered if it was the family who lived above me.  The parents both looked exhausted. The father was holding an infant carrier/carseat, which I can only assume had a baby inside.

THUMP thump thump thump. The toddler ran from one end of the elevator to the other. The rhythm matched the rhythm I have been hearing from above.

The family exited. The parents walked with presumable exhaustion. The todder Thump thump thumped circles around them as they went.

I was on my way to the grocery store.

I passed the premade cookie dough section and stopped. Maybe these parents needed a little pick-me-up. I grabbed a package of chocolate chip cookies-to-be and studied the directions. I paused, realizing that more sugar would only make the thumping louder and faster.

I tossed it in my cart. Yes, this was a good plan.

And with that, I’m off to bake my little heart out.

Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing

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Dan Pearce is an American-born author, app developer, photographer, and artist. This blog, Single Dad Laughing, is what he's most known for, with more than 1.4 million daily subscribers as of 2017. Pearce writes mostly humorous and introspective works, as well as his musings which span from fatherhood, to dating, to life, to the people and dynamics of society. Single Dad Laughing is much more than a blog. It's an incredible community of people just being real and awesome together!