I know, I know! I'm as shocked as you are.
Wyatt is crawling around in a plastic tub and pulling the lid on top (the kind of tub that has that lovely sticker of a kid crawling around in a plastic tub and pulling the lid on top and a big red line through it saying NONONO.)
Me: Wyatt, you can crawl in there, but you can't pull the lid on. It's not safe.
Wyatt: Noooooo! No, I don't want to crawl! No crawl!
Me: Okaaaaay. You can sit, that's fine, I just don't want you to pull the. . .
Wyatt (even more upset): No, I crawl, I'm not sitting. I want to crawl!
Me: Okay fine, but. . .
Wyatt: (incomprehensible yelling including the words crawl and sit)
(Note: brilliant parenting below)
Me (taking lid and throwing it in the garage): Whatever!
Later. . .
Me: Would you like some milk?
Wyatt (totally pissed): Milk? Milk??! I no want milk!
Me: Okay, I'll put it away.
Wyatt (crying frantically): Milk! I want milk Milk!
Then I throw the jug at his feet and milk explodes satisfactorily all over him. Okay, not really, but the thought crossed my mind.