A sad Finger

Pooka had the greatest time at her cousin Justin's birthday party on Friday. It was at a big park with two sets of jungle gyms, one for the little kids and one for the bigger little kids. She was so excited that she got to actually choose where to play that she was just running back and forth between the two every other minute. Of course, being my daughter (I'm severely accident prone) she tripped and landed right on her face. These are her battle wounds. :( But Pooka being Pooka, she was up and running around within five minutes. Nothing keeps this child down. On Saturday morning after I put her band-aid on her chin she showed me her (magic) finger and told me "finger owie" and I looked and it was just fine. But she persisted that "finger owie" until I put a band-aid on her perfectly healthy finger. After that she sighed and told me matter of factly, "finger band-aid, finger owie, finger sad." And then she walked off resignedly to face her fate of a sad finger. I just about died from laughter.