I have a two year old and, on weekends, usually make him eggs for breakfast. He gets up runs into the kitchen, humps himself up onto the bench at the table and says "Eggies!" I need to get the eggs out, get the pan out, scramble 'em, cook 'em, let them cool down and the whole time he's saying "Want eggies!" with an increasingly frantic toddler voice as I tell him to settle down. There's even a chance that I might burn them or drop them on the floor but try explaining that to a toddler.
This story has no relation to this thread, of course. Just an exciting tale of one father trying to get his kid breakfast and the kid flipping out. He's a toddler though with little control over his thoughts and emotions so at least he has an excuse.
Amazing analogy that fits like a glove.