(Me, sitting down for my, ummm...morning ritual in the bathroom.)
Izzy, leaning against wall: Mom, give me a hand with my sword. (Stretches pirate sword out to me.)
Me, blearily: Why do you need a hand with your sword?
Izzy: Because my hair is stuck in honey. Here, help me. (Waves sword in my direction.)
Me: (Reaches out and tries to take sword.)
Izzy: (Holds tight and pulls sword back.) Oh no, try again!
Me: (Reaches out and pulls sword.)
Izzy: (Falls forward as if, well...as if I've pulled him out of honey.) Thanks, mom! (Smiles and walks out of bathroom.)