Dylan: "I want that one" as he points to a plate of bacon that I just fried up.
Me: "You want some bacon?"
Dylan: "Yes. Bacon." Then he starts singing and patting his hands together. "Bacon's man. Make me a cake as fast as you can. Roll them. Pat them. Mark them with a B. Put them in the oven for baby and me!!".
Me: "Dylan, it is actually baker's man. But I think I like bacon's man better. Anything with bacon is better."