A secret is something that you don't want to tell the person that you are keeping the secret from. If you seek out and run up to tell the person what surprise you just prepared them, it is a surprise no more. ("We got a cake!" she told her surprise-birthday-party-girl-auntie.)
There is no eating the gingerbread house before it is even assembled. And no, there is no negotiating. ("Four bites?" she pleaded with a hopeful expression.)
It is not polite to ask "what's that?" after the noises from next stall in a public restroom. Even more so, it is extremely inappropriate to bend over to check on the person in the next stall through the crack between the wall and the door.
Repeating a request over and over and over and over again would not let it happen faster, if it happens at all.
It is great to explore things and I encourage that, but it doesn't mean I won't get grossed out by certain explorating actions. (Evelyn explored her poop the other day while I was away nursing the tiny one.)
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