Reason #10,543 Why I'm Going to Hell

Sebastian's laying in bed and I'm snuggling with him, rubbing his back.  He rolls over, looks at me and says, "Mom, my cheek hurts."

"Did you bite the inside of it?" I ask.

"Yeah, it hurts," he says.

"Do you want me to flick your ear?  It will make your cheek stop hurting."

[pause]

"Okay."

*flick*

"Oww! That hurt."

"Does your cheek hurt?"

[pause while rubbing ear]

"No."