Setting: Dad, Mom, Max, and Emma are sitting on the loft sofa reading bedtime stories.
Emma: Mom, I have an owie -- it really hurts, see?
Mom: Let me see.
Mom (noticing there's no imminent threat of hospitalization): Best leave it alone.
Emma: But Mom, it really hurts.
Mom: Why don't you just try to forget about it and listen to Dad read the story.
Emma (after a few seconds): But Mom, I can't. I keep thinking about it.
Mom: Really, Emma, listen to the story; it's a good distraction.
Emma: What's 'distraction'?
Max (in full declaration mode): Cell phones are a distraction to drivers.
We are duly humbled.

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