Toddler Request...and Repeat...

No one prepared me for this new phase in my son's development.  Maybe it's in one of those "stages" books I have that now lies with a thin layer of dust settled across the paperback cover.  Maybe my friend's kids went through it (or they will soon) but no one brought it up to me in conversation before it slapped me in the face.  My son was watching his DVD of Disney's CARS (which, thank goodness, was the first time in quite a while after an obsessive initial run): his copy that is so badly scratched that it hiccups every 5 minutes.  Now, it sticks and refuses to recover:

him: "I want the tractor."
me (with the baby hanging off my left breast, her feet kicking the air scrambling for a better latch): "I know,  just a minute, let me try to fix it."
him: "I want the tractor."
me (the baby is now dangling between breast and one arm and starting to scream out of frustration): "I know, it's just not working right now, I need to fix it."

him: "I want the tractor."

me (silently cursing the remote...as it slips through the fingers of my right hand and crashes to the floor as my left hand dandles the flailing, crying baby): "I KNOW, it's not working right now..."

him: "I want the tractor."

me: "Do you want to drive me CRAZY?!"

him: "no."

me: "Listen, when you say something and someone answers you, that means they heard what you said and you do not need to repeat it, okay?!"

him: "I want the tractor."

me: "OH HOLY !@#$%^&*!  What did I just say?"

him: "I want the tractor."

me: "Stop it."

him: "I want the tractor."

me: "Do not say that again."

him: "I want the tractor."

me (walking away because if I stay in the same room for one more second I'm going to burst into flames), muttering to myself: "It's like talking to a psychotic!"

him: "I want the tractor."