Master Manipulator

Andrew is the master manipulator. Here is an example of his cleverness.

He woke up from his nap screaming and crying. I had to go in and get him, even though he can easily climb out himself. When asked why he said, "I wanted someone to carry me out of my bed." He continued to cry as I held him in my lap. Here is our conversation, all with him crying and hyper-ventilating:

Me: Andrew, why are you still crying?
Andrew: Because (sniffle, sniffle) I want my juice (as he starts sobbing again).
Me: Well, then go get your juice.
Andrew: I want you to get my juice.
Me: Well, I want you to get your juice.
Andrew: Get my juice.
Me: Get your juice.
Andrew: No, you get it.
Me: No, you get it.
Andrew: GET MY JUICE!
Me: (much calmer) Get your juice.
Andrew: Mommy (sobbing, with trembling lips and everything), no, I want you to get my juice.
Me: I want you to get your own juice.
Andrew: I'm hungry. (I guess he figured that since the above argument wasn't working, he'd switch tactics.)
Me: Okay.
Andrew: I want a snack.
Me: Okay.
Andrew: Can I have a snack?
Me: Maybe
Andrew: (with his little impish smile) I can?
Me: Maybe, if I hear the right words.
Andrew: Please can I have a snack please?
Me: Yes
Andrew: (all smiles now)Okay. I'll get my juice and you get the snack.

I admit, the boy is good. See ya later alligator...