we're in trouble!

While Aaron and I were finishing dinner (we were eating crab legs and taking a very long time) Matt was playing with his cars in the living room. He started crying b/c a car hit him in the head, or so his story went. I picked him up to calm him down while he continued this dramatic tale of what had happened to him. Then he changed gears and through the tears said, "helicopter, at the store" at which time he pointed to the door. He actually wanted a new helicopter from the store due to this "injury" he had sustained. Seriously? We were cracking up! Already trying to bargain with us. No more lawyer talk at the table!