So I'm in the car with the high school kids. Middle Daughter was overtired and slumped down in the seat. Youngest Son was in the back happily chattering away about how he taught himself to make an oragami bird this morning. When seventeen year old daughters are worn out, all they say to younger brothers is, "SHUT UP!"
So, Youngest Son waved his paper bird in front of her face and replied, "Lieutenant Dan, ice cream."
You've got to love a kid who can shrug off crankiness.