Little Johnny rushes home from school. He invades the fridge and is scooping out some cherry vanilla ice cream when his mother enters the kitchen. She says, “Put that away, Little Johnny. You can’t have ice cream now. It’s too close to supper time. Go outside and play.”
Little Johnny whimpers and says, “There’s no one to play with.”
Trying to placate him, she says, “OK. I’ll play with you. What do you want to play?”
“I wanna play ‘Mommie and Daddy,'” Little Johnny whines in reply.
Trying not to register surprise, and to further appease him, she says, “Fine, I’ll play. What do I do?”
Little Johnny says, “You go up to the bedroom and lie down as if you’re taking a nap.”
Figuring that she can easily control the situation, Mom goes upstairs.
Little Johnny, acting a bit cocky, swaggers down the hall and opens the utility closet. He puts on his father’s old fishing hat. As he starts up the stairs, he notices a cigarette butt in the ashtray on the end table. He picks it up and slips it in the corner of his mouth. At the top of the stairs he moves to the bedroom doorway.
His mother raises her head and asks, “What do I do now?”
In a gruff manner, Little Johnny says, “Get your ass downstairs and get that kid some ice cream!”