Because I asked?

First thing this morning little H, one of my 3yo twins, came up to me and said, "Mama, I hungry, my tummy hurts.
Ok. "What do you want to eat?" That's when C, the other twin, comes running up and asks ever so nicely, "Bun, please, please."
"A bun?" I ask, "How about a bowl of cereal?" They both agree and happily sit down to a bowl of breakfast cereal.
Lunch time rolls around and H is once again hungry. "Mama, want a bun."
"How about a hotdog with that bun?"
"Bun, bun." C, butting in, "Bun, please, please."
"Really a bun, nothing else?" A chorus, "Yes, yes, please!" They both happily chomp down a bun for lunch. Then an apple each as well. A bun, huh, not the greatest lunch but not the worst.
The big boys just got home from school, and are getting their snacks. H asks, "Nother bun?"
"No, you don't need another bun, but you can have a granola bar or a nutrigrain bar."
"MAMA! Please, please?!"
"No."
"Mama, I ask, please?"
"So, you think you should get something whenever you ask nicely?"
Big smile. "No bun, honey, find something else."
Big sigh, "Okay..." Sad face.
"Mama, watch movie? Please?"

The moral of the story? Be careful what you wish for. The twins were 8 weeks premature and always much smaller than their older brothers. I couldn't wait for them to reach new milestones so I knew they were developing appropriately. I wished they would learn to talk so I wouldn't have to read minds anymore. Now I'm guilt tripped for saying no, and their debating skills is astonishing to me. Tomorrow I will be more proactive with preset choices to head off bizarre lunch requests.