This is real life with my 5 year old daughter (the bean). Context: I recently got a terrible sunburn across my back and shoulders – the first I’ve had in a decade, probably – and she had just fallen on a wet rock in our front garden, skinning her knee.
Bean: Ugh, I wish I could make scabs happen.
Bean: It stings so bad! But it will feel fine when it scabs, and I wish it was a scab now.
Me: Ahh, got it. Yeah, well, wait a day or so and you’ll get your scab. We have bandaids in the meantime.
Bean: You know what would be great? If I could use the pieces of skin that are peeling off your sunburn and stick it on my knee and make a scab right now.
Me: …with my skin?
Me: …that’s among the grossest things you’ve ever said.
Bean: It would work! I’d just stick your peely skin on my knee and it would be like a scab but right away. Can we do that?
Me: No. I’m gagging.
Bean: It’s a good idea, Mom.
Me: Actually, here’s a medical thing called skin grafting that is sort of similar to that, I guess. Like, you take a thin layer of skin off your butt or leg or wherever and cover the damaged part of your body with it. Like if you were in a fire and had a serious burn.
Bean: What!?! THAT is gross. Does it hurt? THEY USE SKIN FROM YOUR BUTT?
Me: Sometimes, but a doctor does it and I think the person is asleep. Frozen, at least. We are not doing that, by the way.
Me: Do you want a bandaid?
Bean: Yeah. I do.