Blister Blame

Anna had her first blister the other day. It was on her big toe.
But it must not have hurt her, because she didn't even notice it until Jenny pointed it out and asked her what was on her toe.
Anna looked at the blister for a moment and then told us:

"Alex put white marker on my toe!"

Ha ha ha. Alex is in her preschool class, and whatever else he may have done I am quite sure that blister-causing is not on his resume :)
I ended up trying to explaining to her about her blister. How people have a top layer of skin, and when it rubs against something it can get puffy, and that is OK since there is new skin underneath.
And that is when the "But Mommy, I can see my bone..." wailing began, accompanied, of course, by her very best 'I am a woman in pain' pouty face.

A few days later she looked at her toe and noticed the "white circle" (aka blister) was gone. This was almost as upsetting to her as the original discovery. She kept asking me where her skin had gone.

To which I found myself saying things like, "Well, some might have come off in the bath water, or there might be some bits in your sock, or..." Good lord! I quickly asked her if she wanted to watch some TV...