I told my three-year old to go pick out some pajamas. He ignored me, too busy playing.
I repeated my command in a slightly higher voice. He looked over at me, then went back to playing.
I was about to start counting (3-2-1) when my husband said, loudly, “Don’t blow your mother off!”
My three-year old, now on the way to get his PJs, turned and started loudly blowing air from his puckered lips toward me.