I hear: "I want to have that ice cream."
I look closely at the child, who spoke as if we were at the dining room table eating dessert. He is passed out, so asleep.
In other news:
Mommy (while talking to Daddy and having Harry scream at me): "Harry, you are interrupting me."
Max: "NO, HE'S NOT! ERUPTING IS FOR A VOLCANO!"
Max: "I'm going to get bigger and bigger and bigger and I will be bigger than Harry. Harry will be smaller."
Mommy: "What will you do when you are bigger?"
Max: "Reach all the snacks."
Harry: "I'm going to play wii fit whenever I want."