The fun thing to do is have a special week where none of these arguments apply. I did a camp papa with my 5 year old where the only rule was "be nice to papa".

We had ice cream three times in one day. Played video games as much as he wanted. By far his favorite part was when I bought him three 5 packs of hot wheels cars at the grocery store. To him it was like negotiating being paid a million bucks, then asking for a billion, and finally a trillion and getting it. To him just an utterly incomprehensible stroke of luck.

Then I lost him and you get to see the ugly downside of youth. Where he's not getting the childhood he deserves like you didn't. I started mentoring a teen in foster care and I get to watch him be the same dumb teenager I was. Feels like being on the other side of an eternal cycle that has gone back to the start of humanity.