She'd heard the phrase, of course - who hadn't? Her father was always saying it to her when she got sad, or when she started to sniffle, but of course she'd never taken it literally. So much of what adults say isn't literal - that's the problem with adults, really. So when she'd started, it was all as innocent as every other time, without a thought of real danger in her mind. But then the dog was swimming through the kitchen, rafts were going by outside, and Mr. Johnson was on his roof in his pajamas screaming at God.
Cry me a river indeed.