Lillian and her band-aids

So Lillian starts to have a melt down. She is crying and is almost hysterical. I can hardly get her to tell me what was wrong. She says she is bleeding and needs a band-aid. I look at her hand where she says it hurts. There is some spaghetti sauce from dinner still on the back of her hand. She wasn't convinced that it was spaghetti sauce until I wiped it off and there was nothing left on her hand. Then she was fine. Funny, funny girl.