Marcail (walks into the kitchen, patting her chest): Mama, my heart.
Me: Yep,that’s your heart.
Marcail: My heart.
Me: Uh huh, what about your heart?
Marcail (in an injured voice): It’s broken!
Me: Oh no! What happened to it?!
Marcail: I tripped on it!
Me: And it broke?
Marcail: Yes
Me: Does it hurt?
Marcail (pausing to consider): Nope. I’m tough.
Me (laughing and hugging her): Yes you are. Don’t ever forget that ok?
Marcail: Ok… I’ll have cookies now?