Will has a flair for the dramatics. (Disclaimer: he did NOT inherit this from me.) Allow me to demonstrate.
Will: (in the whiniest voice possible) Mommy, Sis wants my Explorer.
Me: Well, it would be nice if you could share it with your sister. You've been playing with it for a while now.
Will: (cranks whine up an octave) But, she'll just EAT it! Is that what you want!? Do you want her to eat it!?
Me: Will, she doesn't even know how to play. She just wants to pretend, she'll be over it in a minute, and you can have it back.
Will: (indignantly hands Explorer to his sister) FINE! I won't play with anything then! I just won't ever play with anything ever, ever again!! (Huffs and crosses arms across chest)
Me: (stares blankly)
Will: You don't want me to play with anything, do you!? You don't even like me, do you!?
Me: You're being silly, Will. Of course I like you, but you need to share with your sister.
Will: (pouting) You want a new son, don't you??
Me: Don't say that, Bud. No, I don't want a new son.
Avery bores of Explorer, drops it on the ground, and moves on to the next thing.
Will: (smiling as if nothing happened) My turn!
I am left wondering silently what on earth just happened and how long this "I Must Have Every Toy He/She Has" stage will last.
If you know the answer to that question, please don't tell me.