Me: "I told you that was enough. If you don't quit fussing about it you'll have to go to your room and complain about it there."
The Rationalist: "But I asked before we even went to church this morning. I-"
Me: "That's it!...Go to your room!"
After a few minutes in his room spent caterwauling, complaining and pouring out his grievances to himself and God, I guess...he came out.
The Rationalist, finally calm and composed: "Can I come out of my room, now?"
Me: "Only if you're done complaining, fussing and yelling about how life is so awful and unfair to you."
The Rationalist, in a deadpan voice with a sigh as he plopped himself down on the couch: "OK. But, you know...life is actually unfair sometimes."