Anna, last night while we're all fighting to stay awake until 8pm Pacific Time:
"Momma, I need a band-aid."
"Yep I do. A big one. I have an owie." *pained expression*
"Right here" - rolls up trouser leg and points to pristine chubby flesh
"Huh, I can't see anything, does it really hurt?"
"Yep it does. I have jet-leg".