(After a good on and off hour of whining for activity X, which I said we would get to if, and only if, everything else got done.)
Me: OK, that’s enough! If you whine at me one more time we’re not doing X today. Or ever. OK?
Whale Child (considers): OK. How about if I just grunt at you?
Whale Boy (wanders into the kitchen and pulls out one iPod earbud temporarily): Hey. Could anyone think themselves to death, do you think?