Tadpole is not a fan of owies, and she did not like the idea of cleaning it when we got home. But after a few minutes of whining about that pronouncement, she quieted down and went back to tricycling.
It was blocks later when she announced that a thunderstorm was coming (clear blue sky notwithstanding ... after all, we'd had one a few days before, so thunderstorms were in the air). And it was many minutes after that when she announced that she'd felt a raindrop.
You will not be surprised to learn that the raindrop from the thunderstorm landed on her ankle. It cleaned her ankle and the scrape. We would not have to clean the owie when we got home, although we could still put a band-aid on it.
The protests when we vetoed that line of logic we're more impressive than the first round.
How long do they stay three?