Whyyyyy Me?

We are having a bit of a problem with whining at our house and NO it is not me this time.
Keegan is going through a spell where a lot of what he asks for comes out: "Mooooooorrreeeee strawwwwwbbeeeeerrreeeeeeees"
or whatever.
When there is absolutely no reason to be in such a pickle over some damn strawberries that he is absolutely going to get anyway.
We do not withhold anything from our child except liquor and staying up past 8:00. The first one is because I don't share and the second one is because I need my sleep too, dammit.
So I have been working hard with him.
"Keegan we need to use our nice voice. Momma doesn't like that icky voice. Please use your nice voice to ask for something."
And then it occurred to me that he probably had no idea WHAT I meant by his nice voice.
Or for that matter what an icky voice was and I was probably going about the whole thing wrong.
My girlfriend Sandra said that in her house they model the "icky" voice and then say, "In the Dunigan house we ask for things nicely."
Oh brilliant I can do that.
I can model the icky (be quiet Will) and then go on to display a good example.

TAKE TWO

Scene:
Long day. Seventh graders have decided the year is over. Why are there so many of them. It's like whack-a-mole for seven hours with a Fisher Price mallet. Where is the BIG hammer that I need?
It's dinner time. I am pooped.

Keegan: Mooooooorrrrreeeeeeeeee Miiiiilllllllkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.
Me: Keegan we don't say mooooorreeeeeeee millllllkkkkkkkkkk.
(Extremely pleased and silly look from my son. Wow, he is thinking. Do I really sound that whiny? I am good!)
Me: In the Dunigan house we say..
Dammit!! Dammit!! Dammit!! Dammit! Dammit!
TRY AGAIN..
But it's too late.
Keegan: Mooooreeeeee millllllkkkkkkkkk......Dunnnnnigggggannnnnnn houuuuuussssssseeeeee......
Shit.
Back to the drawing board and now he thinks his last name isn't Williams.
Fabulous.