C-dub does this thing...it's almost like reverse psychology crossed with a little pig latin in the form of a strong hint. This probably makes absolutely no sense, so let me give you an example.

Today he decided his stomach was too upset for him to stay at preschool. Now take note, this was only after he learned I would be heading into Eureka to get my oil changed. I saw his gears grinding, anticipating I'd more than likely pass by the vicinity of the mall that contains the Bounce-A-Rama and just maybe, I might take pity on his little soul and let him bounce 'til his heart was content. But house rules prevail; if you're too sick to go to school, you're too sick to do anything that might have the least bit of fun contained within it.

Today's conversation went something like this:

Mommazilla: C-dub! Hurry up! We're going to be late.
C-dub: OK, OK, I'm hurryin'!
Mommazilla: Are you feeling better big guy?
C-dub: Yeah Mom. Are we not going to dah mall today?
Mommazilla: Nope, I wasn't planning on it.
C-dub: Do you think Bounce-A-Rama's open?
Mommazilla: A lightbulb suddenly goes of in my head. I don't know if it's open, but you're not going. You're sick, remember?
C-dub: But Maaa-Ommmm! I didn't weally wanna go. I was just askin' a question. I was just wonderin'. That's all.
Mommazilla: OK. I'm pondering, waiting for the next barrage of questioning. I can just feel another hint coming on.
C-dub: Are we not going to eat lunch tahday?
Mommazilla: We'll eat lunch at home.
C-dub: I wonder if McDonalds is opened up'd? I weally like their nuggets.
Mommazilla: C-dub! No more asking for things! You're sick, remember?
C-dub: But Maaa-Ommmm! I'm not askin'! I was just wonderin'! Geez!
Mommazilla: You might not be asking but your hinting. Same thing in my book.
C-dub: What's hintin' Momma?
Mommazilla: It's when you ask for something without saying it.
C-dub: Oh, OK Momma. Is Grandma not workin' at dah pool tahday? I weally like swimmin' and my tummy feels much gooder.

I give up. There was no winning this insane pissing contest I'd placed myself in with my five year old son. I'm hoping this is a stage - just like his last bout of chesticular fortitude - but you never know. One could hope, especially Mommazilla.