Crying on Birthday

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 afterward. . .’ 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!’