It's beautiful out and Maggie wants her walk. She sighs and implores with wrinkled brow. I ignore her and keep doing my work. She retires to the blanket but I know my reprieve is temporary. She will return with groans, sighs and wriggles. I explain, then, that we are indeed walking, just not right now. I am teaching her the concept of "later". She is teaching me the concept of "bored disgust" and retires to the couch to keep an eye on me. Hours pass and I make up my mind that at 2pm we shall go for a walk and let the paint dry. She reads my mind right as the clock hits two and leaps off the couch. "Later" has come!