So I took the tot I occassionally babysit for to the park the other day. He got a tiny little scratch on the palm of his hand. When we got home we washed it in the bathroom and you couldn't see it anymore.
He looked at his hand and said, "Oh, oh, it's gone. I lost my booboo in the sink." He checked the water to see if he could find it.
We solemnly agreed it was lost but put a cartoon bandaid on it anyway. He was so pleased.
I really love little kids.