Picking a Fight

Sometimes I think Daniel's like his father in that he just likes to argue for argue's sake.

I was breaking down the lunch meat box to get it ready for recycling when Daniel saw me.

Daniel (in the most whiny, sad voice you can imagine): I wanted a ham sandwich for lunch tomorrow!
Me: That's fine.  You can have a ham sandwich tomorrow.
Daniel: Do we still have ham?
Me: Yes, there's ham in the fridge.
Daniel: Well, then what was that box?
Me: That was from the turkey.
(pause)
Daniel (still using the sad, whiny voice): I didn't want ham.  I wanted a turkey sandwich for lunch tomorrow!
Me: That's fine.  You can have a turkey sandwich tomorrow.
Daniel: No, no, no.....because you ate all the turkey!
Me: There's another box in the fridge.
Daniel: Oh.