When I was very young, I was quite fond of a toy - Litoo.
I don't remember the specific reason behind naming it so, but that's what it was supposed to be addressed by each and every resident of my house!
My brother teased me by hitting the toy, I cried and ran all over the house begging for help for my Litoo. No one bothered to help it, and that annoyed me a lot!
One day, Litoo went missing. I remember, I was so upset with my brother that I decided to disown him forever and asked dad to throw him out of the house.
Yeah, yeah! I was the apple of everyone's eyes! I kept crying the whole day, cried more becuase no one actually punished my brother for his brutal deed.
Then I could hear my brother coming and pacifying me, "We'll get another one for you. I tried to search for it everywhere, but I am not able to find it." Those words! I could not believe them.
I thought he was lying just so that we could be friends again. Later that summer afternoon, we were back to being friends as usual, and I forgot Litoo.
The next day, he got me a toy: cute, red in colour - but not Litoo. I still do not know how he managed to get the money, because that part of the story he never revealed. "We" named it Litoo.
Then we grew up, toys were replaced with gadgets and more; yet the teasing continues...