My watch died a few weeks ago. It was upsetting at the time, partly because I feel naked without it, and partly because I think that if you pay THAT much for a watch it should last longer than two years. So I bought a cheap replacement watch, and consigned my old one to the girls' collection of dress-up jewelry. Nothing earth-shattering, I thought, but I discovered that it's fairly exciting for a four-year-old.
Anya's letter to Grandma (sorry, Grandma, it's not making it past Mommy's keepsake pile to the mailbox!):
WI GOT AN O WOH FUM MOM AN ES OCEN WOH
(We got an old watch from Mom and it's [a] broken watch)