Would run with scissors if allowed

Tonight's going-to-bed dialogue:

Dash: Mama, Daddy took my screwdriver away.

Mama: Dash, that wasn't your screwdriver.  It was Daddy's big and sharp screwdriver, and it wasn't safe for you to use.

Dash: That WAS my screwdriver.  I want it.  Super Bob needs a big huge screwdriver to do big man work.  [Super Bob, a fusion of Super Mario and Bob the Builder, is Dash's name for himself this weekend.]

Mama: Well, Super Bob, maybe we can find a good screwdriver for you tomorrow. 

Dash: No!  You punish Daddy!  I need my big huge screwdriver!

Mama, giving in: Okay, Dash, I'll punish Daddy later.  Now can you go to sleep?

After a few moments of silence:

Dash: Mama?

Mama: Yes, Dash.

Dash: You didn't punish Daddy yet.

Mama: Dash, as I live and breathe, you had better go to sleep right this instant.  We can talk about the screwdriver tomorrow.

Dash: Don't call me that!  I'm Super Bob!

Mama, stifling the urge to explode: Okay then, Super Bob, good night.  Sweet dreams.  I love you.

Dash: I love screwdrivers.

And then he falls asleep within seconds...