Me: Good morning, Cornbread.
Alice: Mor-nin, Corn-bread.
Henry slumps in his chair. He decides his heavy head is too heavy for his neck to support, so he lays it on the table beside his plate.
His eyes close.
Me: I just took this piece of toast from the toaster. You want it?
Henry: (eyes still closed) Mmm hmm.
Me: What would you like on it?
His eyes open. He looks at me.
A few moments pass.
Me: What would you like me to put on it?
He keeps staring.
Me: Henry! What would you like me to put on your toast?
He sits up and looks annoyed.
Henry: Butter and strawberry jam! How many times do I have to say it?
(At least once)