Lyle (whining excessively): “Mommy, will you go downstairs with me to find my Ramone car?”
Me: “Well, I’m making dinner right now. Why don’t you ask Baxter?”
Lyle (still whining excessively): “Baxter, will you please go downstairs with me to find my Ramone car? I’m too scared to go by myself.”
Baxter (not looking up from his book): “Well – maybe, Lyle. But only if you can ask me without whining.”
Lyle (immediately changing his tone): “I will, Baxter, I will ask you without whining! Will you come downstairs with me to find my Ramone car?”
Baxter (still not looking at him): “Maybe. If you look all over the upstairs first and can’t find him. But, really, I’m busy reading right now.”
If only that worked for me.