Getting it wrong

This morning, as is often the case, Andrew was the last one out of bed. I was just slapping the jelly on his toast when he very seriously walked toward me.

I said, "Good morning, Andrew. Perfect timing, your toast is ready."

Andrew continued toward me, I thought, "Oh, how sweet, he's going to give me a love."

He whooshed, unlatched, and placed his invisible helmet on the counter. Then, Andrew in his most commanding voice, said "Attention blue force captain (?) Mommy, I must take of my Start Warts helment (not typos) to eat my breakfast."