The Setting: Sunday night family dinner.
Brooklyn (Breaking out into tears): I bit my tongue! Mommy, you have to kiss it.
Sticks out tongue--which happens to be covered in spaghetti bits.
Mom: I'm not kissing that.
Brooklyn (Panicked): But what are we gonna do? If you don't, it won't get better!!
I love how the problem is a collective one. I guess she understands that if she's not happy, Mommy's probably not happy either.