Real life conversation at my house....
The Kid, after she falls over the bean bag which I had told her to put up fifty eleven times: Mom, I think I broke my toe.
*much moaning and gnashing of teeth*
Me: No, You didn't, and if you did, that's what you get for not listening to your mother!
The Kid: MOTHER! I'm serious. It's turning purple!
Me, slightly concerned and looking at it: That color is called red, and your toe is not broken. You stubbed it. It's fine.
The Kid: Nope. It's broken. I need x-rays and pizza to fix it. You can find me crawling to my room, because my toe is broken, and you can't walk with a broken toe, everyone knows that.
Me: You can definitely walk with a broken toe. I have. And your toe is not broken. And we are not having pizza for dinner.
The Kid: *moan* It is broken. I can feel the broken-ness down deep in the bone. Where. It. Is. Broken.
Me: Not broken!!!
The Kid: Remember, pizza sets broken toes. I need pizza, STAT.
Me: No more medical shows for you.
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