I scraped my knee again.
Mom is going to be angry.
She’s going to count to ten
So I’ll enter the house, ending my play abruptly.
My knee already hurts but she’ll still scold me.
I’ll get banished to my room like Rapunzel trapped in the tower.
She’ll ground me indefinitely
Though I don’t know what that means.
All I know is that it would be more than an hour.
So instead of telling mom that I scraped my knee
I’ll keep this a secret and just wash the wound completely.
Mom doesn’t need to know so I can continue playing.
That sounds like a good plan, that’s all I’m saying.