Crying Birthday Boy
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!