My mom told me it was sprinkling, one little boy says to a little girl. No! My mom said it was raining, the girl responds. The boy and the girl go back and forth on this pressing issue for about a minute. The boy tells the girl she is pretty, and after the staunch rain disagreement comes to an impasse, the little girl pokes the boy. You poked my heart, the boy tells the girl, tears welling up in his eyes.