I noticed a big scrape on Dorothy's knee after I picked her up from school and I asked her if it made her cry. "It's just a highlighting hurt," she said. "What does that mean?" I asked. "It doesn't hurt that much," she answered, "it's just sort of highlighting your boo boo."
We were playing a game where you put a card with an image on your forehead, and you can't see your own card, but you have to ask the other players questions until you figure out your object. Dorothy was sneaking peeks at her own cards. I placed a moon on her forehead, and her first question was, "What time of the day do I come out?"