I've had a babysitter coming at an ungodly early hour of the morning to be around while C-man sleeps and I go to torture myself boot camp. He was really upset that he wasn't going to have me or Beerman wake him up. So I bribed him. Our deal was if he woke up, ate his breakfast, didn't cry, and talked to the babysitter nicely, I'd get him ice cream after school.
Behold, last night's dinner. (Beerman is going to kill me).
PS - I didn't have any. Which is ENORMOUS restraint on my part, because I consider ice cream to be second on the goodness scale only to bbq ribs.