My toddler begged me to eat breakfast from the moment he awoke this morning. I had already planned to make sausage links and grits. As I stood at the stove he cried unhappy tears because he wanted to eat RIGHT now. Trying to talk sense into him to be patient because I was cooking and he was soon to be fed didn’t help. Smiling down at his distressed state I picked him up and put him on the counter which improved his attitude tremendously.
And there was this silent whisper… “How many times have you cried impatiently while “I cooked?”