I scream.

It was only after BAB and I quit pounding on the kitchen table and chanting "We want ice cream! We want ice cream!" that we realized we weren't going to recieve it. Actually, we only truly realized after we then demanded, "Hey, where's our ice cream!?" and were told pointblank, "I'm not giving it to you if you ask that way." And suddenly we were 5 years old and shamefaced.

It was a much needed lesson. Thanks for nothing, Sesame Street.