The youngest child and the only child reach a comprimise on sharing.

Sunday brunch.
No one is paying attention to Keely so she starts screaming.
I look at her and scream back.
Keely: No, Amy. No. That is MY scream.
Me: It's my scream?
Keely: No. My scream.
Me: My scream?
Keely: No!!! MY scream!!!
Me: Oh! Ice cream?
Keely laughs.
Keely: That's funny, Amy. We can both have ice cream.