Although in the past, Lydia has been mortally afraid of band-aids, her tune has changed recently. She asks for one every time she falls down (which is about every 5 seconds. WHEN do they learn to watch where they're going?!?), even if there's no visible wound. I anted up and paid the extra 15 cents to get some colored band-aids recently, which, in hindsight, was probably a mistake.
This morning, she asked me for a "puhple banay." I told her we only used bandaids when we had owies.
She stuck her finger in her mouth and bit it. "Puhple banay for mine owie, mama?"