The Slow-Cooked Sentence

Afternoons are hectic affairs, but yesterday it felt as if I were tossing bricks. In an effort to keep moving, keep managing, I started scribbling down the requests received between 3 p.m. and 6 p.m.

1. Can I get on the computer to research my science project? Yes.
2. What’s for dinner? I don’t know.
3. Is a hexagon a quadrilateral with perpendicular sides? Hmm … what do you think?
4. I want an egg. Mom, can you peel my egg? Sure.
5. Can someone open the door? (Translated from cat scratch-ese.) Yes.
6. Doe a square have perpendicular lines that intersect at right angles? Hmm … what do you think?
7. I want some milk. Mom, are you getting me milk? Yes.
8. Can you test me from one to 100 in French? Okay.
9. Can Max and Sam play? After homework is finished.
10. Which way is north? It doesn’t matter in order for you to solve the math problem.
11. Is the distance between the park and the lake nine miles? What do you think?
12. Where’s my milk? I’m waiting for you to bring me a cup.
13. Can I check my Gmail? No.
14. What’s for dinner? Frozen pancakes and scrambled eggs.
15. My homework’s done, can I call Luke to see if he can play? Yes.
16. Where’s his number? Look it up.
17. Where’s my milk? I’m still waiting for the cup.
18. Is this his number? Yes.
19. Did you buy kitty litter? No. 
20. Then how do I change the cat box? You don’t.
21. Hi, I’m home. Kiss?

And after replying to that final question, I whispered, “Tag, you’re it.” Then I walked into the bedroom, closed the door and didn’t answer to anyone for a whole half hour.