Our son, when he is disappointed of some hope, has a most unique way of attempting to make us sorry. Told that the weather was threatening enough that we were unwilling to chance it to go out to dinner, he threw an extended snit, during which my greatest challenge was not to giggle.
“All right” he said “if we don’t go out tonight we can’t go for the whole weekend! That’s it – no fun dinners for the whole weekend. Not any! If you won’t go to Outback I won’t eat!” Say what? We don’t cave and he withholds future treats from…himself? It sounded exactly like a parental “stop whining or we won’t do it when the weather improves, either” – except it was coming out of the whiny child’s mouth.
My husband and I looked at each other, each suppressing a grin, and he muttered “briar patch.” So much easier when you child spares you the trouble of saying it.