"Bob, that chapped lip is looking pretty rough."
"I know, Mom. I put Chapstick on it. Did you see the splinter in my finger?"
"Do you want me to get it out?"
"No, that's okay. How about this bruise on my side from when I ran into the table? Did you see?"
"Ow, Bob. You're kind of a mess."
"No, I'm just kind of a boy."