“I wish I had a nicer mommy that lets me do what I want!”

“Gee, I wish I had a nicer kid that does what he’s told.”  Stick out tongue and make goblin face to convey sarcasm to a six year old.

“Well, I’ll get my wish before you get yours!”

“Oh really?  Are you shopping for new moms right now?”

“That’s right,” he grins.  The monkey struts away satisfied he’s won the argument.  He can be heard talking to himself all the way up the stairs, “First, I’ll get some pieces of skin and put the brains in . . . then work out the lungs . . . and some intestines . . .”