Let me tell you something irresistible...

Elliott woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.  So finally, I gave him a timeout for fussing - he didn't want chocolate milk, he wanted juice.  When he got out of his timeout, he started crying again and saying he wanted juice, then he says "No, wait.  Just a second, Dad."

He goes around the corner, and calls me to come to him.  "What do you want?" I ask.

"I want to tell you something irresistible.  Can I please have some juice?"