For some reason, Alex finds it necessary that I am always giving him my undivided attention. Most of the time he doesn’t even want to interact with me, he just needs to know that I am there. Watching him. Only him. Every once in a while he will check in and make sure I am not doing anything else. If I’m on my phone? I get yelled at.
He discovered a while ago that if he reaches for my hand I give it to him. And once he has my hand he can take me exactly where he decides I should be. This, unfortunately, means he can also trick me into getting out of my seat so that he can sit in it instead. It also means that he can bring me to sit down on the floor with him where he is “reading” his books. He just wants me to sit there. Nothing else. He doesn’t want me to read to him, he doesn’t want to point at things and have me tell him what they are. He just wants me there. With him. Doing nothing else.
Now that he can say “hand” the demand has become even more direct. He asks nicely, sometimes even adding a “peas?” in with it. Then he just tells you. Then he orders you. “HAND!”
And then he ignores you.