Permission to Complain

Me:  Guys, Daddy will be home soon.  You can play until he gets home.
Thomas:  Ooooh.  I want Daaaady.  Noooo.  Waaah.
Me:  What on earth is wrong?!
Thomas:  You said complain til Daddy gets home.  I was just complaining like you asked.

It's no wonder our days go like they do sometimes, if these are the kinds of things my kids think I'm saying...