Me: Are you coming to the dentist with me? I’m petrified!
V: Nope. It’s not going to hurt.
Me: Well, if you won’t come to the dentist with me, can we go to The Pavillion? Shopping!
V: Nope. Too dusty and crowded.
Me: Well, if you don’t go to the dentist with me, and we are not going to go to The Pavillion, then I’m going to make you talk about your feeeeee-lings!!!
V rolls his eyes, and walks off.
My negotation skills, or lack of.