Jam's not on the table

On Sunday mornings I get up with the Kid and make pancakes. Usually too many to be eaten right away, so leftovers are available on the kitchen table.
Today, while Kid was sleeping, parents were playing video games. At one point we hear little feet coming down the stairs and stopping in the kitchen to pick up a pancake on their way to us.
After eating the first, fetching and finishing second, he's going for the third and I just tell him to brig the whole stack. Which he does. And then remembers about jam. "Jam's on the table!" He announces and is off to the kitchen. In a sec we hear in a low and quite disappointed voice "Jam's not on the table."