Honest truth, I had this conversation yesterday:
Mom: Wyatt, it's time for dinner!
Wyatt: Wanna do the dishes?
Mom: We're all done doing dishes, honey. Right now it's time to eat dinner.
Wyatt: Do the dishes?
Mom: Not right now. We can do dishes later, ok?
Wyatt (casting himself dramatically on the ground): DISHES! (starts to sob)
Mom: No tantrums, Wyatt. Do you need to go to time out?
Wyatt (jumping up and tearing down the hall at top speed): WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
*thump!* (on the floor again)
And from all the way down the hall I hear the occasional:
"I wanna do the dishes..."
I guess I better relish that argument, for it is surely the ONLY time in my life I will have it with my son!