Everything hurts

I think I've created a monster.

Last week, Biscuit stubbed his toe on the coffee table, and to try to stop the crying, I told him to come over and let me kiss it and make it better.

Now, every time he even lightly taps a toe, finger, arm, whatever, he comes running over and says, "Kiss. Make better."

And even worse, he's decided that now, every time he doesn't like something, it hurts.

"Biscuit, eat your dinner," I said.

"Mouth huts, Mama," Biscuit said.

"Biscuit, help me stack up the books," I said.

"Ahm huts, Mama," Biscuit said.

"Let's go change your diaper, Biscuit," I said.

"Weg huts, Mama," Biscuit said.

So last night, I told him, "Biscuit, you need to quit crying wolf."

"Wuff," Biscuit said. "Dog. Wuff. Wuff."