"Ice cream man!"
We met up with him at the corner of Buttercup and Prairie Rose. X-man got an Iron Man ice cream. MacTroll got a Chipwich. (I loved those things in college.)
In the middle of the night X-man woke up and ran into my room. "Mommy, please come sleep with me."
So I slept in his room for a while. Only to have him wake me up talking in the middle of the night about how he didn't get a cookie last night.
"You had an Iron Man Ice Cream, remember?" I answered, not knowing if it would actually get through.
"Oh yeah. But we won't get one for the dragon in my room, will we?"
"No. No ice cream for dragons."