Me: "You guys both understand that we're not playing any video games after dinner, right? I'm going to be sorting laundry, so I'm taking over the TV in the living room."
Boys: "Okay, sure, no problem."
Secondborn: "I am going to pway Minecwaft on the P. S. Thwee."
Me: "No, you're not."
Secondborn: "I am."
Me: "No, I'm going to put on a movie in there while I sort laundry."
Secondborn: "NOOOOOOO! WHY WOULD YOU DO DIS TO ME??? I JUST WANT TO PWAY MINECWAFT!"
Me: "I'm not punishing you, kiddo. I just--"
Secondborn: "Daddy, I am twying to tell you something."
Me: "...And I'm trying to answer your question. Okay, go ahead, kiddo."
Secondborn: "WHY ARE YOU DOING DIS TO ME? WHY DID YOU SAY NO VIDEO GAMES? I WAS GOING TO PWAY MINECWAFT ON THE P. S. THWEE!"
Me: "Because I need to sort laundry in the living room, and... you know what? Since I am slave to your merest whim, and waaaaay too tired to deal with a temper tantrum right now, how about I set up the PS2 in the back room? Would you be okay with that?"
Secondborn: "I would be otay wif dat."
Me: "Thank the dark and forgotten gods. Let's go do that."
So now he's playing Star Wars: Battlefront II on the PS2 in the back room.