Can we go tonight? Can we? Can we?

B was inconsolable. His parents kept flat out refusing to take him to the New York City ToysRUs. Granted, they had plenty of reasons not to go but none of them made sense to the little guy. "We'll go tomorrow morning. First thing after breakfast," Simone promised. "But I want to go now!" B wailed. "It's nearly 8 o'clock and we are not going to go to Times Square at 8 pm on New Year's Eve," Simone said. "We can go tomorrow. "No!" Cried B. "Okay then. We won't go at all," Simone shrugged. B sniffed. "Tomorrow morning?" He asked quietly. "After breakfast?" "Tomorrow morning," promised Simone solemnly.