The boys are having breakfast. I am in the kitchen toasting some croissants, and can hear B saying something to me in the next room. I can’t make out what he is saying, so I ask him to say it again. After several attempts to communicate his request, B decides to come see me in the kitchen.
B, walking into the kitchen — Oh… never mind. I was going to ask you to toast a croissant for me, and here you are, making it!