I grew up in a house of 4 girls... you never ever heard, "I want to go to the junk yard too, pleeeease Mommy! Can I go too Mommy? Please! I neeeeed to go." (that was Pippin) and then had uncontrollable sobbing tears from the one boy who didn't get to go. How do you console a little boy over not getting to go to the junk yard?
Incidentally asking, "Do you want to clean the chicken coop instead?" wasn't consoling.