Chocolate Trees

After going to church today, my son, Christien, kept yelling that he wanted chocolate ice cream on a stick. The following is the dialog between he and I, to the best of my memory (this was hours ago):

Me: Well, where does chocolate come from, Christien?

Christien: Chocolate comes from... it comes... chocolate comes from sand, Daddy!

Me: Well, I guess that if you want some chocolate ice cream, you should go get it out of the sand, right?

Christien: No, Daddy, sand is dirty! I want it from the 'fridgerator!

Me: We don't have any more, so you'll have to get it from the sand since chocolate comes from sand.

Christien: But, it's dirty! I can't eat dirty chocolate, Daddy!

Me: But, how else are you going to get it if chocolate comes from sand and you don't want to get it from the sand?

Christien: It doesn't come from the sand, Daddy! From the 'fridgerator!

Me: Okay, so where does chocolate come from, now?

Christien: From...from...from chocolate SEEDS, Daddy! Chocolate SEEDS!

Me: Okay, so where do we get chocolate seeds from?

Christien: Chocolate seeds come from Chocolate trees! And when the Chocolate seeds come off of the Chocolate tree, we can get them!

Me: Where else can we get chocolate seeds from?

Christien: From the store!

Me: But how are we going to get the seeds from if we don't have the money to buy the seeds?

Christien: We have money, Daddy!

Me: Oh really? How much do chocolate seeds cost?

Christien: FOUR!

Me: Four what?

Christien: FOUR SEEDS!

Me: So, chocolate seeds cost four seeds?

Christien: Yes.

Me: But, how much do they cost if we don't have the seeds?

Christien: FIVE!

Me: Five what?

Christien: FIVE SEEDS!

Me: Ohhhhhh! So, chocolate seeds cost five seeds?

Christien: Yep!

Me: Oh, okay. I get it now...