My 3-year-old class had gym class today, which they get once per month. Today, they were using scooters across the carpeted gym floor (which is actually the sanctuary in the church, with the chairs cleared out). One of my little guys bit the dust & got a bit of rug burn on his elbow. With the biggest, saddest frown you've ever seen, he came up to me and cried, "I fell down, Mrs. S!" I asked, "Do you think you'll be ok?" To which he replied, "NO!!! I need a new arm!"
Since I'm not in the habit of carrying around spare arms, I was lucky that a hug and a kiss would suffice!