In Case I Missed It….
My son was waiting for me to put my shoes on and go outside to play kickball with him. After several checks at 2-second intervals, I finally said “I have one shoe on, and the other in my hand. I will get done faster if I don’t have to keep giving you a blow-by-blow report. Patience, child!”
Then I had to adjust the shoe laces on shoe number two, so it took perhaps a whole minute. I was putting it on my foot when I heard “I’m being patient.” I didn’t answer, being folded in half and engaged in tightening said laces.
“Did you hear me, Mom?” came floating from over by my bedroom door. “I’m being really patient!”
And then he wondered why I burst out laughing.