I'm not listening!!

I was making dinner (a dinner as it would turn out that neither child would eat as one was asleep by 7 and the other was too cold and mostly naked) last night and Devin was talking, talking, talking to me. From the living room.

I had a knife! I had hot oil! I couldn't really interact with him, but it felt wrong to just ignore him without giving him a little warning. So, I said I'm cooking and I really can't hear you so I'm just going to stop listening, ok?

Then he said, "mom!" Then he said, "I love you!"

I think he wanted to see if I was really listening or not.