Not Too Sad

Ian was wailing...wailing...WAILING about one of the many injuries or injustices he got playing in the backyard with all the neighborhood friends.

He became coherent enough to request Blue Dog, but really, it just sounded like crying with the words "Bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuue Doooooooooooooooooog"-- so pathetic. I told him I would go get Blue Dog for him, and started inside the house to retrieve him.

Then, all of a sudden, the wailing changed. And it sounded like this:

"Actuuuuaallllyyyyyyy...I would liiiiiiike a popsiclllllllllle."