Me: "I don't know; do you think I'm old Sam?"
Sam: "Yes. Let me get my doctor kit. I'll help you."
Sam: Picks up a stick and says, "This is my sword! I'm protectin' you!"
Me: As I'm trying to discourage sword-playing (though I think it's inevitable anyway), I say, "That's not a sword Sam".
Sam: "You right. It's an ice-cream thrower. POW! (as he waves it violently) You have ice cream on you!"
Me: "Mmmm. That tastes good."
Sam: "It's not on your mouth, Mommy!!!! It's on your clothes."
Sam: "You a good Mom, Mommy. But just knock it off and settle down!"
Me: ....... knowing exactly where he's heard that one from .......