Nate, Nate, Nate...

You wanted a Popsicle, and when I tried to explain to you that we don't have any you went to daddy to ask. Again, I interrupted with "we don't have any, I'm not being mean - we are out of them!" you looked at me an said "I'm talkin' to Dad" in your most foreshadowing rotten teenage year voice. Daddy promptly appeased you with "Scooperman" ice cream, generic for Superman ice cream. Guess you showed me! Point, Nate!