She cries.

I'm trying to ignore her, really. She's not just crying, she's talking too. Oh, there she goes, sucking her fingers again. She rocks her head from side to side, trying to decide if she should watch mother on the bike or ANTM. More talking. More squeaking. More sucking on fingers. A small squeal. Oh, now she talks to me, wondering why I'm not picking her up and cuddling her. Well it's 'cause I'm working on my laptop, and it's very hard to type with someone in my lap!

She doesn't understand. She's unhappy. And I'm hungry.