Adam, 5 years old, has been particularly underfoot today.
A moment ago he came up from the basement, where he and Little Brother had been playing. It seemed that Adam was getting ready to, well, talk at me (something I have had more than enough of today).
Mom: Adam, do you need something to do? (undertone: chores)
Mom: Okay, then I expect you to not bother me right now.
I think John Rosemond would be proud. And, I got a few more minutes of relative peace and quiet.