At the park recently, Naomi was weeping and wailing over ducks -- who had, by that point, moved on to a less noisy location -- and I was trying to get her to settle back down and ride her tricycle. As she was weeping, she began saying, "It hurts, it hurts!"
I became alarmed, because I hadn't seen her injure herself, so I asked, "What hurts, Naomi?"
The dramatic answer: "My LIFE!"
One passerby laughed at that...I couldn't blame him for it, since I was having trouble not laughing, too.
Since then, though, Naomi's taken to saying this about things she doesn't like: "No, that hurts my life."
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