Look at that face? Look how happy he is. Until I had to lie and tell him we had no money to buy ice cream. No, none at all. No, that wasn't money in his piggy bank. Well okay, it is, but the ice cream man doesn't take that kind of money.
Instead I had to bribe my sad child with a jelly bean or two convincing him they did taste like ice cream. Which of course is a lie. But he let me get away with it after I promised to turn on itunes and let him
Screw you, you ice cream bastard.