On the Way to Dairy Queen Tonight:

Mr. Baseball gave us a good laugh in the car:

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?