No. Go to bed.

Josh (right after closing the door to his bedroom for the night): "MOMMY!!! MOMMY!"
Tim: "What's wrong Josh?"
Josh: "You're not mommy."
Me: "What's wrong Josh?"
Josh: "Are you ok?"
Me: "Yes. Go to bed."
Josh:"Did daddy hit you?"
Me: "No. Go to bed."
Josh: "Did daddy bite you?"
Me: "No. Go to bed."
Josh: "Did daddy bless you?"
Me: "No. Go to bed."
Josh: "Did you hit yourself?"
Me: "No. Go to bed."
Josh still is still grilling me as Tim and I shut the door.