I'm Not Okay.

I've confused the boy. Whenever he falls or bumps or pinches or otherwise injures himself, I say, "You okay?" So now he's associated "okay" with being hurt or in pain. Which means that when he wakes up in the middle of the night with aching gums, or trips over his still-too-big 9-month-old pants, or is getting bashed repeatedly by his big sister, he flinchingly whines, "Ooookayyy, ooookayyy."