My son used to stomp. Like a wrestler stomp, with just one foot. "Arrrgh!!" Then he'd try the lawyer tactic - "But...wait! Here's the thing..." and plead his case with pretzel logic. "See, if you let me go out with my friends tonight, then you won't have to worry about them getting into trouble because I'll be there to talk them out of anything stupid they might want to do!
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Douglas, I wasn't going to worry about them anyway.
"But here's the thing! Won't you feel good knowing that they'll know some adult really cares about them and their well-being? You could make an impact on them that will last for life! And not only that, but some day they might be President and they'll have you to thank for putting them on the path to their future!"