"Would you?"
"Yes; I'd buy you some ice-cweam and some chocolum drops and a toof brush and panties wiv bwaid on like mine, and a candy wooster, and——"
"That will do. You must go to sleep now."
Silence for half a second, then—
"Papa! papa!"
"Well, what now?"
"I want a jink."
"No, you don't."
"I do, papa."
Experience has taught you that there will be no peace until you have brought the "jink," and you scurry out to the bathroom in the dark for it, knocking your shins against everything in the room as you go.