“I’m just gonna lay on the floor and wait.”
Biscuit has a serious blueberry muffin addiction. Once they go into the oven she’s a jittery, sweating ball of anticipation. She looks in the oven and announces that they are done, even though they are still very wet plops of raw egg and oil. Once they come out, I have to physically restrain her so she doesn’t sear her little fingers on the pan.
“Wait,” I say. “They need to cool.”
“But I want them NOW! I WAAAAANT them!!!”
“Well, you have to wait. You need to work on being patient. They are too hot, and you need to wait.” So she sprawls out in protest of this whole “waiting” thing.
At least now she’s silently protesting.