My mom always tells everyone (even girls I bring home to meet the family) a story about how terrible I was at the grocery store one day. Apparently I threw a huge hissy fit because I wanted some gum. Guess what? I didn't get it. The power of "no" is a magical thing since I turned out pretty well.
Kids are spoiled with too much shit going on. Whatever happened to the days of having "family dinners" and talking?