JR: Mommy, may I have some [sidewalk] chalk please?
Me: No, you may not.
JR: Why?
Me: You've made bad choices. You hit your sister over her head with a Lightning McQueen chair and you hit your brother over his head with your sippy cup.
JR: I'll be good.
Me: No.
JR: Mommy, Alex has been good.
Me: Yes, he has.
JR: Mommy, may Alex have some chalk please?
Me: No, because you will beat him up and steal his chalk.
JR: But Mommy, I wanted Alex's chalk! [JR groans and stomps off.]
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