"It's Broke"

An exchange between me and Isaac, in the car, during our journey through Mordor (or from Hoover to Gardendale if you want to be more geographically correct and less dramatic):

Me (in aside to myself): I knew that I should not have given you that tiny package of graham crackers that you spied with your laser cat eyes. See…now you have consumed the entire graham cracker ration, just as I feared, and are screaming for more. I don’t have more “cackers” nor any of the “Water! Water!” that you are trying to convince me is needed to avoid some sort of cracker induced medical crisis.

Isaac: CACKER!!!!!! WATER!!!!!!!!!! CACKER!!!!!!!! ***kicks seat, flails arms like the wacky inflatable arm flailing man, hurls Monkey and Dog toward the windshield with 90's crash test dummy flair.***

Me: Why don’t we turn the radio off and sing a little song?

Isaac: Glares

Me (in my customary well-meaning yet execrably off-key rendering): Can you tell me how to get…how to get to SESAME STREET?! Sunny Days…chasing the… clouds away…

Isaac (in perfect deadpan, pointing to the radio): It’s broke.

Me: (Turns radio back on)