A kindly old lady came across a little boy sitting on the pavement crying his eyes out.
‘What’s the matter?’ she asked.
‘It’s my birthday!’ he hollered.
‘And I had a bicycle and a new tracksuit and this afternoon there’s to be a party with crisps and jelly and a birthday cake and a disco afterwards. . .’ and he had to stop talking because he was crying so hard.
‘But that’s lovely,’ said the old lady.
‘Why are you crying?’
‘Because I’m lost!’