If you give a mouse a cookie . . .

This morning I felt a little bit like a character in the book If You Give a Mouse a Cookie. James doesn't talk a ton yet, but he has very definite opinions and desires. This morning while I was getting ready, he tapped the step stool by the sink and grunted loudly (that's how he asks to get on things), so I obligingly put him up. As soon as he was up, he started pointing and grunting at his toothbrush. Once again, I gave it to him. But no sooner had I given it to him than he started tapping the faucet and grunting. Finally, after turning on the faucet, he was content, the grunting stopped, and I could get back to my make-up. Still forgot the mascara today.