(The title of this post should not be confused with my recent realization that I really need to buy Annabelle a copy of the book, “Where Did I Come From?”)

Until last week, I’d never seen Sophie burst into tears and run from the room sobbing. Now I’ve seen it. Over a whoopee cushion.

To be fair, the whoopee cushion was brand-new. Sophie asked Annabelle to sit on it at the dinner table. Her sister obliged, but didn’t sit hard enough, apparently. Then she sat too hard.

Pop.

I had no idea a whoopee cushion could literally explode. It looked like a cartoon bullet had ripped through it. Sophie was devastated. I was speechless. But Annabelle was resourceful. She reached into the bag holding the duct tape she’d just received as a birthday gift, requested scissors and — ta da! Better than new.