Mr. 2: There's poop on my finger.
Me: Let me get a wipe. Now your finger is clean.
Mr. 2: But I want to do it.
Me: Here's a new wipe - you can wipe.
Mr. 2: No I wanted to wipe the poop.
Me: No, you're not getting more poop on your finger so you can wipe it.
Mr. 2: But I wanted to wipe the poop.
Me: No...
Repeat many, many times.
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We had a remarkably similar conversation tonight at dinner with our (just) 3 year old. Only she was upset that there was no salt on her egg. The one she had already eaten. Absolutely devastated, and very vocal about it.
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