How slow can you go?
My daughter has no hurry-up. At all.
Whether she's getting dressed in the morning, eating lunch, getting out of her car seat, cleaning her room or brushing her teeth, she's doing it at a snail's pace.
Most of the time, I have enough patience not to yell the first, second and third times I tell her to hurry up. Right before the fourth time, though, my patience packs up and marches out the door.
I assume that like the six months she insisted on wearing only dresses, this is just a phase, and one day, she'll be running circles around me with every task she delves into.
But she sure seems to be taking her sweet time getting there.