I was rocking Sam a few nights ago, trying to get him to go to sleep. He as being very stubborn. He kept looking up at me and asking for a cracker.
"Cracker?" he'd ask.
He decided on a different approach.
"No, Sam. Go. To. Sleep."
He was quiet for a few seconds.
"Hangbooger?" he asks.
Sure, kid. It's almost 11:00 pm. You can't have a cracker, but I will run right downstairs and grill you up a hamburger.
I guess it was worth a shot.