Me: We're going home to get ready for bed, but first we're going to stop at Dairy Queen and get some ice cream.
Mr. Baseball(who'd been playing "Star Wars" all day): OH YEAH!... Are we getting ice cream because we killed the Death Star?
and a few minutes later, when I expressed my displeasure that Ironman was a new toy in Burger King Kids' meals....
Mr. Baseball: Who's Iron Man? (pause) Does he iron people's clothes?