Luckily there was a burn unit nearby

Rosie is three now and conversations, at least in the family, have taken a marked increase in complexity. 

I was happy to hear Ro calling out my name as I walked back to the car after a tooth extraction related visit to the chemist. 

I called back, “hello!” and got in.

“Your car looks scratchy”.

“Yes, unfortunately it does have a few scratches now.”

“Did it fall over?”

“No, it actually was while Mummy had you in her tummy! You see, when you were nearly here I accidentally bumped a couple of things because I was so worried I didn’t have a brain in my head.”

“I think you still don’t have a brain in your head.”

Punchline in the title.