Me: Goodnight, my little pumpkin. [Almost asleep]
Son: Why did you call me a pumpkin, mama? I'm not fat and orange.
Me: No, you're not. It's just a nice thing to say...
Son: But I don't have seeds in me. I have blood and bones. I'm not a pumpkin.
Me: No, you're not a pumpkin...Silly mama... [No-one almost asleep now]
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