Me: Yup, Mama has an owie, but I'm going to be okay.
Me: We can't see right now, Mama's wearing a bandaid to keep her owie clean.
Me: Yup, I have to keep it clean so it can get better.
Bean: *Pauses* Owie?
And so it begins again. So a hurricane (or tropical storm, whatever it was when it got here) doesn't phase her in the least, but a bandaid on my finger has her undivided attention. I have to say that I love her ever growing vocabulary, even when we end up going around in circles :)