(
Note how these conversations always seem to take place at bedtime...)
Mom: It's time for bed. Put away the train and get your pajamas on.
Tom: No, I'll
NEVER go to the bed.
Mom: Never?
Tom: Mom, if you make me go to bed, then I will not be your son anymore.
Mom (trying really hard not to laugh) : Not be my son? I'm afraid you're stuck, little man. There is no way you can't be my son.
Tom: Yeah-huh.
Mom: How exactly will you do that?
Tom: I will take my toys and move somewhere else.
Mom: Where?
Tom: I don't know. I haven't thought of that yet.