Bella’s bedroom door inexplicably has a hole in the latch plate leading into the the hollow door frame. This morning she dropped a crayon into the hole and immediately started howling, “My crayon, my crayon.”
“Sorry, Bell,” I said, “I can’t get it back. It’s gone for good.” Much screaming and wailing; but to no avail. Poor Bella.
My kids do the exact same thing, yelling: Jeeeeeeesus Chriiiiiiiist!
