Younger Nephew was not only not going to go to bed, he was not going to engage in further discussion of why he was not going to go to bed. So he stuck his fingers in his ears.
So, I stuck my fingers in my ears.
"You can't do that!" said Younger Nephew, with delighted outrage. "You are not four!"
"It's true," I admitted. "I'm not four."
By the time his mother came back to have another try at getting him to go to bed, we were deep in discussion of what my next birthday cake would be like. Cake is a subject on which Younger Nephew is well-informed and passionately opinionated. I think he's on track to be quite the accomplished baker.