Broken Tongue

Scene: last night's family dinner (cheese tortellini with marinara and garlic bread sticks - yum!)

Pumpkin (starting to cry): Ow!

Me: Did you bite your tongue, baby?

Pumpkin: Yes. Tongue broken.

Me: Here, have a drink of water. It'll feel better in a minute.

Pumpkin: No, tongue broken. Need new tongue.

Me: Honey, we don't have any extra tongues. You'll just have to give it a minute to feel better.

Pumpkin: OK. Cookie?

Me: Do you think a cookie will make it better?

Pumpkin: Cookie medicine.

For the last week, Pumpkin has been insisting things are broken and need to be replaced with "new ones." Apparently, the reduce-reuse-recycle message of "Builder Bob" is not resonating. Or maybe Pumpkin just wanted a cookie. I don't know - I'm still new at this mom thing.