My daughter and I were out on a walk. She has taken a liking to collecting sticks to bring back home and leave on our front porch (my fault). We found a stick and she began waving and playing with it until she hit it against a tree trunk and small piece of her stick broke off and fell to the ground.
She was sad but I pointed out there were lots of other sticks to choose from. She asked where the small piece was that fell off her stick.
"Don't worry about it," I told her. "It's just a little piece."
"No, Dad," she shot back. "We can't forget about the little guy."
Indeed. We can't.
She found it, picked it up, and put it in her pocket for the walk home. That little guy is on our porch now.