I cry, mama gives me back my teething biscuit. She goes back to doing dishes. I throw it on the floor and cry, she gives it back to me and goes back to dishes. I throw it on the floor and cry, she gives it back and goes back to doing dishes. I throw it on the floor and cry, she keeps doing dishes. I keep crying and she still does dishes, sometimes giving me back my biscuit. I finally give up on crying and watch her finish up the kitchen. Evidently if all my needs have been met and I'm just crying while Mama is on a project, She's not going to stop the project till it's done. Once I learned that, I became happy baby and Mama rescued me when the dishes were under control.