I scream, you scream, two screams for ice cream

" I could go for some ice cream, dear."

"The baby was thinking the same thing."

"Really ... and how did you come across this information, sweetie? Did it tap out 'Ice cream! Now! Host!' in Morse code against the utural wall?"

"As a matter of fact ... uh-oh."

"What!? What is it? Are you OK?"

"There's only enough for one."

"Only enough ice cream for one what? Scoop each? That's fine."

"No, Lum Lum, there's only enough ice cream for one person."

"Well, that is a dilemma, isn't it ... you know what, that's fine, go ahead and have it. Consider it my sacrifice to the pregnancy gods."

"You know, if you don't get any I shouldn't have any, either."

"Honey, that's so sweet, but really..."

"I guess we'll just give it to the baby. Funny how that works."

"Yeah, real funny."

"Oh no."

"Now what?"

"The baby wants the last bit of whipped cream, too."