If you've been telling me for an hour that you want to go get doughnuts, and I have finally said we can go, it would behoove you to get dressed instead of lying on your bed whining that you want to go in your pajamas. Especially when you already got up at 7 a.m. on a Saturday and woke me up to ask if you could use my laptop.
P.S. And coming out of the room finally dressed and announcing "I'm dressed and unhappy and I WANT MY DOUGHNUT!!" isn't such a hot idea either. Just sayin'.