Poor sweet cupcake, did you scrape your sweet little knee? Let's slap a cupcake on that and sweeten it up a little.
I don't want to think about my cuts and scrapes, I want to think about breakfast!
Babe-raham Lincoln is welcome to tend to my cuts and bruises anytime!
That's a tiny bandage for a chainsaw wound!
Sometimes you're just not feeling quite right, not like your bubbly, happy-go-lucky, sweet as pie self. I know those days, I understand. It's going to be okay I promise. Just take two of these and call me in the morning.
Who says your gadgets can't also dress up for Halloween?