Legs

Last night when it was time for Mary McLean to go to bed, she came up with her latest stall tactic.
MM: "I can't feel my knees anymore."
Marc: "Your knees?"
MM: "Yes, I have to go to doctor and get a bandaid." (this coming from the child that hates bandaids and won't wear one for more than 5 seconds)
Marc: "I think you'll be alright."
MM: (with much desperation) "I can't feel them, they're broken. See!"