So the gist of my morning conversation is this:
ME: What's up, Joe? You seem to be having a down morning.
JOE: Ugh. (covers face with stuffed animal and crossed arms)
ME: If you don't tell me I can't help. What's up?
JOE: (After a pause) My candy at daddy's house is going to go bad.
ME: You're easter candy? Honey, candy doesn't go bad.
JOE: Yes it does! It's like cake.
ME: Joe, no. It... Ok, would you like to call daddy tonight and have him bring your candy over?
ME: Ok, now can we go to school?