This is what happens next, that makes me forget all my irritation.
Kinda like how you 'forget' the pain of childbirth.
"Mommy, you're a good cook-er."
"Mommy, you should open a restaurant."
"Mommy, can I eat another one of your delicious cookies?"
"This is yummy."
They go on like that, and it's nice. I have stopped taking deep breaths and can appreciate their comments.
"Who's doing the dishes?"
It's a vicious circle.