When Rosalie gets hungry--at least eight times a day--she gets SO hungry. She hangs off the front edge of her highchair tray until I put her in and then moans and whines frantically until she gets something to eat. I have to make soothing reassurances while I'm fetching the juice, or opening the can of mandarin oranges--"Hold on, I'm almost done. Just a minute."
So I was halfway through making her some Ramen when I tuned in to realize that she wasn't whining for a change; she was repeating this to herself: "Ho'd on, Me. Ho'd on, Me."