Two Cinnamon Rolls...Not Three

So I made cinnamon rolls for the boys this morning, and the rule is each child is allowed to have 2. The rule has been the same in our house for eternity, and everyone knows it and adheres to it...except Carter. It never fails, every single time I make them, he asks for 3, and every single time I say no. After I denied his request today, he became upset, reluctantly sat down to eat his 2, finished them, and proceeded to come back into the kitchen and ask for a third. I told him they were gone, and reminded him about the rule. This announcement caused him to run to the family room, THROW himself on the couch and initiate his infamous whining...this time about wanting a bowl of cereal. As he was doing so, Carter was slowly sliding off the front of the couch, and speaking in a voice which sounded like a child on his last leg of life...so dramatic...Suddenly he realized a show he liked was on the television, and all was well with the world again. Seriously, was all of that necessary? What if we did that when we didn't get our way...