Lillian is holding a blue bandaid in her hand. She is approached by Siddharth, a boy about the same age.
He asks “Whats that?”
“A blue bandaid.”
“Because I hurt myself.”
“Because I burnt my bottom.”
“Because I stood backwards against the fire.” (At the farm, she had accidentally brushed her bare upper thigh against the glass window on our wood heater – a very slighly burn.)
By this stage Lillian has no idea what to say in response to “why?” so is just making stuff up.
“Because I was at the farm and the fire was on and…”