Nehemiah was running in the house, something he's not supposed to be doing, and tripped. He fell and hurt his bottom. Him and I had this conversation afterwards.
Me: oh, no!! Your bottom fell off!!
Nehemiah: It did?!
Me: Yeah, we'll have to go to the store to get you a new one.
Me: Do you want a big one, or a little one?
N: a little one.
Me: Ok, we'll get you a little bottom.
N: (Reaching around to see what his pants feel like without a bottom in them) It's there Mom!!! It's in my underwear!!!!
Kids make me laugh so much! I could have yelled at him for running in the house, I could have said "I told you so" But...he knew he'd done wrong, and he was hurting, why not lighten the mood?