Paranoid Parent

The other day Josh was sitting in his room moaning and saying "My weg huwts" over and over. I checked him out and couldn't see anything wrong...and he didn't even seem to have hurt himself in any way. At any rate, my mind got to spinning over and over about all the bad things that could be going on. I just had to get an x-ray. So here I am. Diagnosis? Pawanoid pawent, cured by x-ray therapy. He's fine and so am I.