Two scoops or one?

At our house, we play Ice Cream Shop.  Aidan takes his Liming NaQueen from Halloween, sits it up on a bumper and then tells Emily to come and get some ice cream.  A typical game goes like this:

"Ice Cream!  Who wants ice cream?" (Aidan)

"I do!"  Emily approaches the counter full of anticipation.

"What kind do you want?"

"Uhhhh... princess!"

"Um... we're out of that."

"Chocolate!"

"We don't have that either."

"Pink?"  Emily's hopes are fading.

"Uh-"

"Aidan, why don't you tell her what kind you DO have?"

"Okay," he says, begrudgingly.  "We have white.  Do you want white?"

"Yeah!!"  It's like her birthday and Christmas and a visit from Tinkerbell all rolled up into one.

"Here you go."

And then Emily decides she needs to go potty and asks Aidan if she can use his bafroom, to which he obliges by stepping aside so she can sit down behind the "counter", go potty, flush the potty and wash her hands.

I'm just glad she's washing her hands.  She fights me in real life.