The Flip-Floppers, AKA the Always-Immediately-Change-Their-Minders

When I was a little girl I loved this book!!  Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle knows everything about children! She can cure them of any ailment. Patsy hates baths. Hubert never puts anything away. Allen eats v-e-r-y slowly. Mrs Piggle-Wiggle has a treatment for all of them. The incomparable Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle loves children good or bad and never scolds but has positive cures for Answer-Backers, Never-Want-to-Go-to-Bedders, and other boys and girls with strange habits.  Well, Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle, I'd like to read the chapter on how you treat the Flip-Floppers!  Let me describe the problem for you...

Scene:  Samson at bedtime. 

Me:  Sam, what bedtime song do you want to sing?

Sam:  Uhhhm...Choose da Right.

Me:  (singing)  Choose the right, when a choice is placed before you...

Sam:  (interrupting)  No, Mama!  I don't want  Choose da Right, I want I am a Child of God.

Me:  No, you already picked Choose the Right and I already started singing
Sam:  NOOOOOO!  I don't WANT Choose da Right!!!
(...and the bedtime routine takes forever because the little stinker continues to throw a fit about the song.)

Scene:  Jackson at snacktime

Me:  Jackson, do you want an orange?

Jackson:  No, I want fruit snacks.

Me:  Fruit snacks are not for snack today.  Do you want an orange or nothing?

Jackson:  Nothing.

Me:  Okay, but you will be hungry and won't get any more food till dinnertime.

(I walk away.  5 minutes later, when I am sitting down feeding the baby...)

Jackson:  Mama, I DO want an orange.

Me:  Sorry, son, snacktime is over now. I asked you if you wanted an orange, and you were mad that I wouldn't give you fruit snacks, so you picked nothing.  Now I am doing something else and I am not close to the fridge.  It's too late to change your mind now.

(a 45 minute temper tantrum ensues and JUST when I think it is finally over, Jackson comes downstairs and asks me for an orange again.)

Me:  !!!!!

Please, Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle, if you are out there, I am eagerly awaiting your antidote for this annoying disease my boys have contracted.  I trust in your wisdom!

P.S. I did not give in on either account.  No new song for Sam and no orange for Jackson.  And both were punished for the fit they each threw.  I'm sick of this!