I was nursing Charlotte (11 months) earlier and she bit me. Of course, I yelped a bit. DH says "don't break 'em baby Charlotte."
Robbie (4y) asks what is broken. David tells him my boobie.
Robbie gets REALLY upset, near tears: "OH NOOOOOOO.. Mommy's boobie is broken!"
Me: It's okay honey, it's not broken, daddy was just being silly.
Robbie: NOooooooo.. it's broken! The boobie is broken!
Me: No, baby, it's not broken. Charlotte hurt it, but it's okay now.
Robbie: Noooo.. it's broken. It needs to make the milk and it's broken!
Me: It's okay, honey, it's fixed. retends to screw a screwdriver into my boob: All better.
Robbie: :looks skeptical: it's....... broken?
Me: Nope. All better.
Robbie: :Still eyeing me suspiciously:
So I pull my shirt up and squirt a little bit of milk into my hand to show him it's ALL BETTER now. He seems satisfied.
Tonight at dinner, we're talking and out of nowhere he says "Mommy's boobie is broken."
So we all assure him it's fine now, remember, Mommy fixed it.
Robbie: Robbie's boobie is broken
me: YOUR boobie is broken?
me: so it doesn't make milk
Robbie: Yeah. It needs to make milk for Charlotte and it's broken
me: Do you need me to fix it?
Robbie: Yeah. And then squeeze it and get milk.
Fortunately he seemed to lost interest in his sillyness at that point. Crazy kid.
(P.S. His boobie is his belly button. He tells me that's his boobie all the time. He does know the truth, but he thinks it's funny to tell me that's his boobie.)