Adam, climbing into my lap: Tell me a story, mom.
Me: Once there was a little boy named Adam. And he was very tired and cranky, so he decided to take a nap. He lay down on his pillow, and he pulled his blanket up, and he fell asleep. And when he woke up, he felt much better, and was sweet and nice to everyone. The end.
Adam, pointing his finger in my face: Bad. Bad story. That story isn't about me, that's a story about Ellen.