I can sort of understand why folks snap. There’s a finite
amount of are-we-there-yets that a reasonable adult can handle. One can
only ask a kid to brush her teeth (or wash her hands, or feed the dog,
or please, please, please, for God’s sake, go brush your teeth)
so many times each morning, as if it’s the very first morning in the
history of mornings. One can only take so much Groundhog Day.