Me: That's my foot.
Me: You're standing on my foot.
Dylan (moves): You're foot shouldn't have been there.
Me: Do you really want to me to leave? Because I would rather be in bed.
Dylan: No.... want some gum?
I turned down the gum, installed drivers for two printers, tried to print some pages, failed, and am now going to bed while Dylan emails everything to himself to print at school.