I asked him about four times to go help Max clean up a mess they had made (playdoh on the kitchen floor), and Joey kept telling me no. I told him to go do it, or he'd have to give me his new prized possession, the Scooby Doo fishing pole. Finally Joey rolled his eyes, sighed and said, "I give up" and handed over the pole. Then he went to clean up the kitchen.
He's like a mini-pre-teen.