Of scraped knees and band-aids

Took the munchkin into the store with me today. On the way in, she lost her grip on my hand and fell, on both knees, onto the parking lot asphalt. She scraped both knees enough to bleed. Instead of just getting my stuff, we had to go in the bathroom and clean up the knees. But, on the up side, we got to buy Sesame Street band-aids. She's a toughie. She's grinning and running around like the nutjob that she is. I just want to fix it though.