Cookie Monster

I can home to a very messy floor and counter where Sam had eaten lunch with a babysitter.  When he woke up from his nap, we had the following nonsensical conversation:

I pointed to the mess:

Me:  "Sam, what's this?"
Sam:  "Crumbs from my lunch.  I was eating chips like Cookie Monster."
Me:  "Okay, well you need to clean them up.  Get the broom."
Sam:  "Cookie Monster doesn't clean up."
True...
Me:  "Yes, but you're not Cookie Monster."
Sam:  "But I want to be Cookie Monster."
Ahh, yes, that would be nice.  Eat cookies all day.
Me: "Ok, well since you're not Cookie Monster, we're going to clean up the crumbs.  Together."
Sam: "Ok.  Maybe we should teach Cookie Monster to clean up so his Mommy doesn't see a mess."
"Good plan."