A kindly old lady came across a little boy sitting on the pavement crying his eyes out.

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!
'