I want to walk when I'm finished fussing

Today on our walk home from church, Elisabeth tripped and fell. I was holding her hand, and was able to keep her from landing too hard on her knees, but she got a small graze nonetheless, and started crying. We continued walking, and she whimpered. I consoled her, and told her it wasn't so bad. In the midst of her whimpering, she paused and said, "I want to walk when I'm finished fussing." It is amazing what presence of mind and clarity of articulation a little girl with a wounded knee can have.