You came home late after work, but the loud noise coming from your little son's room caught your attention. When you went to check on him, you saw him on the floor next to his bed holding his flashlight

"Don't scold me! I didn't break my little lamp but it doesn't turn on anymore"

"Max said with guilt in his voice. He was sobbing in desperation and his little hands were trying to turn on the flashlight while his big eyes filled with tears*