The 10YO and 7YO joined forces over the weekend to protest the fact that I wouldn't give them dessert after lunch. Not part of the contract, I said. It's a discretionary bonus.
10YO: Then we'll go on strike.
Me: On strike?
Me: In the real world, when workers go on strike, the whole company shuts down because there isn't anyone to do the work. But, in this case, everything stays the same. You don't do any work!
10YO: We can stop listening to you.
Me: You could…
(brothers exchange nervous glances)
Me: …but then you're putting your dinnertime dessert at risk. Why would I want to make cupcakes and ice cream for a bunch of naughty boys?!
10YO: Pretend we never had this conversation.
I admit it, I take a little pride in winning these types of arguments because I know in three years or less, I won't be winning any of them and my cupcakes will no longer wield the power they once did.