Delayed gratification

Maddy is getting quite the lesson (multiple times) in delayed gratification. Like, right now, I am nursing Miles (and typing one handed, thankyouverymuch) and she keeps asking (more like whining) for juice. I keep explaining to her that I can't get her any juice right now because I'm feeding Miles. To which she usually walks out of the room, turns around, comes back to me and asks for some juice. Because you know, I just might not have really understood the first two or three dozen times she asked me for some that she meant that she wants. some. JUICE! Oh, and once or twice she threw in that she would like some rice too. OKAAAAY? Finally, she will get distracted by something else. This particular time it was bringing me her toothbrush and the spongebob toothpaste for me to prep for her so she can suck the toothpaste off and then chew on the bristles of the toothbrush. That's really how you get your teeth clean, in case you didn't know. Anyway, I guess this is the Lord's way of answering my prayers to have patience because I have certainly had to have it in order to keep my sanity mostly intact!