This story goes back to when my daughter was about three years old - more than ten years ago. Ancient history. I used to read my kids nursery rhymes when they were that age, so of course they knew all about Little Miss Muffet, Little Boy Blue, and Humpty Dumpty.
My daughter had a particular affinity to Humpty Dumpty. Perhaps it was because of her stuffed Humpty Dumpty which she slept with every night. Anyway, she was not very happy when she learned that Humpty fell off a wall and could not be repaired.
One day, as she was driving with her grandparents and discussing the plight of Humpty, she burst into tears.
"What's wrong?" Grandpa asked. "Humpty isn't real. It's just a story."
"But Grandpa, he is real. And nobody ever called 911. They just left him there to die."