The backstory: We've just arrived at school and we're walking across the pavement to the sidewalk in front of the school. JT spots a crushed pencil in the street.
JT: Look at that, mama.
Mama: Bummer. Someone is going to be missing a pencil.
JT: Bummer? Mama, that's awesome.
He proceeds to bend over and inspect the pencil in all its crushed glory. It must be an 8 year old boy thing.