Tiny's bed did bounce.
She fell off, she bumped her head.
She cried, mama came.
Then she looked up at me (between sobs) and said,
"you have dirt on your eyelashes?!"
"yes you do. (sniff, sniff) it's eyelash dirt!"
no. it's mascara.
"scare-ah? (little sobs) you have scare-ah on...your...eyes?"
"i don't like that. (sniff and sob) it makes me cry (whah!)."