Timmyism

Just now as Timmy is doing his chore of unloading the dishwasher he sighs "my tummy hurts" (always the first try to get out of something ;-) I replied the usual "you're okay, finish your job". He stops and thinks for a minute and then says in a very weepy tone "Mommy, my hair hurts - it's so sore." Me, trying so hard not to laugh and after looking at him and hearing him repeat it another 3-4 times "Timmy, our hair can't hurt." T: "Well, then it's soooo sore, right here in the middle." (he points to the top of his head) T again: "Can hair be sore (very hopefully)?" M: No, hair can't be sore and it can't hurt. Please go and finish your job with a happy heart. T: Okay, mom.