"Mama do it"

I loath those three words. That's all I hear these days: "Mama do it." I don't have an independent toddler; occasionally I will be told "Quin do it," but these are few and far between. He's currently in his room, whining and sniveling because I won't put his pants on. He knows how to put his own pants on. I even took mine off to demonstrate the technique. But he insisted that only I could put on his pants. I told him to let me know when his pants were on, then we'd go for a walk. He's still working on that concept, and the whining is rapidly turning into a tantrum.

His pants are on, so we're off for a walk.

Oh, and Q, some chocolate would be MUCH appreciated.