Wah, wah, wah! Get back to work!
My daughter's bicycle tire had a hole and needed to be replaced. I removed the tube (which retained a small amount of air, enough to keep it basically round) and left it on the grass while I finished the job. After a few moments, I cued in to the pretend play of my three year old. She was petting and talking to the bike tube.
"Oh, Mr. Bike, you should not do that!"
What? I listened in more closely to make sure I hadn't misheard her.
"Mr. Bike, that tickles!!"
Of course, her hair was appropriately scraggly and her clothes were a mess. She wore no shoes and all of a sudden I knew; there was my poor Cosette, playing with a worn out bicycle tube.
There is a castle on a cloud, I like to go there in my sleep,