I have a toddler. That means I have to ask first for instructions before doing anything lest I do it incorrectly and offend his sensibilities. There are times when I'm not in a good mood and I just say, "This is how it is...deal with it." I usually come to regret that. It's a phase; eventually children become a bit more flexible. Until then, I will continue to have morning conversations like this:
"Petey, want a waffle for breakfast?"
He shows me three fingers.
"Nah, buddy, there's only room in the toaster for two...let's start with two, OK?"
He nods. I take two waffles out of the freezer.
"See here...look: one...two!" I show him two waffles. "OK, I'm putting them in the toaster now."
In they go.
"Now, a plate...is this one OK or do you want the blue one?"
He points. The waffles pop up.
"Alrighty, then. Two waffles. Do you want me to cut them?"
"OK...do you want them in strips for dipping or in pieces for eating with a fork?"
"Strips, Petey? With a bowl of syrup? How about this bowl, the yellow one?"
"No bowl. Cut it up."
"OK, cut it up and then you'll eat it with a fork?"
I cut the waffles into strips. "Strips, Petey? Or cut them more?"
"Like this?" I demonstrate with my knife the direction of the cross cut.
"OK...syrup in a bowl or on top?"
"On the bottom."
"On the bottom?" I am unfamiliar with what "on the bottom" could mean.
"On the bottom."
"Uh, how about you show me where?" I pick up the syrup. "Where should I pour it?"
"Here." He points to a part of the plate open between pieces.
"And here." Another empty spot. "And here." Another empty spot.
"How about here?" I point to the last empty spot.
"OK, let's go to the table."
Happy kid, happy mom. Happy soul in purgatory?