Why?

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.”

“Why?

“Because I hurt myself.”

“Why?”

“Because I burnt my bottom.”

“Why?”

“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.)

“Why?”

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…”

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