Dinner Discussion

Fuss is under the weather, and more fractious than usual.
We're eating dinner and he decides he's done.

Fuss: DADA! DADA! COME SEE MY ROOM! COME SEE MY ROOM!

Me, shoveling food into my mouth: Gimme a minute, please.

Fuss: DADA! DADA! DADA! DADA! DADA! DADA!

Me: Fuss, can I please just finish my macaroni and cheese?

Fuss: NO!