When your son had come bounding towards your legs, tears streaming down his cheeks, you'd assumed the literal worst. You'd practically dropped everything, having been midway through getting dinner made, only to realise he'd just-"Lost, lost my ball," he whines, grasping at you tightly with his little hands. He looked so damn distraught, you couldn't not go help him, so you had to figure out where he'd 'lost' it.