A Bruise By Any Other Name

Last night my youngest came to me for sympathy. Whimpering my child pointed down, and I surveyed a series of small bruises on my little one's legs, mostly around the knee area. It didn't completely surprise me, because my youngest plays hard and falls hard. I said, "It looks like you have some bruises there, huh?" Indignant, my youngest said, "They aren't bruises! These are my polka dots!" Indeed, they did look like tiny "brownish" polka dots. I said, "I stand corrected. You have lovely polka dots on your legs!"This made my youngest pleased as punch, and off my little one went to, I can only assume, find ways to create more polka dots.