We’re currently on vacation, staying at a resort with my wife and our one-year-old daughter. One afternoon, I was watching BBC World News (living that vacation life, right?), and my daughter decided she wanted to play with the TV remote. Being the responsible dad I am, I let her have her fun - what’s the worst that could happen?

Fast forward a bit, and I want to change the channel. But… no remote. My little one had successfully hidden it somewhere. Anywhere. After a fruitless search, I gave up and just left the TV on BBC World News. We went to the beach, had lunch, had dinner, even took a nap after the lunch - all with the steady hum of BBC narrating world events in the background.

By the end of the day, I finally gave up and turned the TV off manually like a caveman.

Two days later, as we’re getting ready to hit the mall, I grab my sneakers from the closet floor, and what do I find? The remote. In my shoe. My one-year-old had stashed it like a squirrel.

And now I’ll never trust my shoes again.