Little boy and the Old Man

Said the Little Boy – “sometimes I drop my spoon.”

Said the Old Man – “I do that too.”


The Little Boy whispered – “I wet my pants.”

The Old Man laughed – “I do that too.”


Said the Little Boy – “I often cry.”

The Old Man nodded – “So do I.”


“But most of all,” said the Little Boy, “it seems grown ups do not pay attention to me.”

And he felt the warmth of the wrinkled old man, “I know what you mean.” Said the Little Old Man.