I think I employed this technique quite masterfully yesterday morning, when Lilah (who, by the way, is for the most part now sleeping in her crib) sat up in between Stupiddaddy and me way too early and said, "I want to go downstairs, okay?"
"Can you do it this morning?"
"Please? I've done it every morning this week. I even did it last weekend."
[He rolls over in the other direction.]
"And I had a shitty night of sleep. She kept kicking me in the head."
"And besides, I'm mad at you because you cheated on me in my dream last night."