Or at least feed him some sort of very large or chewy sweet in hope of getting some semblance of peace?
I love him desperately. He makes me laugh every day. But he talks a lot. And I mean from the moment his eyes open until bedtime. 
Today it is raining, I am concentrating hard on MN trying to work and he has not stopped yammering all morning. We've made a cake and the "is it cooked/is the cake ready/has it cooled/can we put the icing on/why is the cake not ready?" has been incessant.
Curse you school holidays. Curse you to hell.