pitter-patter

Plop, plunk, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter!

Ella started to count to ten, but before she got to five, she heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet and spotted the big black noses of several rotties peeking their heads out from behind columns.

Overhead, satin-and-glue pointed toes pitter-patter across stage in a performance of the holiday favorite.

Overhead, satin-and-glue pointed toes pitter-patter across stage in a performance of the holiday favorite.

“We would wake to the pitter-patter of little feet in the middle of the night,” Groonwald recalls, saying that the experience taught her two lessons.