Either that, or he has a death wish. I just got home from working 7 hours of OT and was in the bedroom sorting laundry. Paxton had just woken up from his nap and was sitting on the bed watching me. Jay walked into the bedroom and this happened:
Jay: "Do you want to watch Dora?" (He seemed puzzled by the wide-eyed look of disbelief that crossed my face)
Me: "What is wrong with you?" (mumbled in my best ventriloquist impersonation)
Jay: "What?" (still puzzled)
Me: "What is wrong with you?!?!" (still mumbled)
Jay: "What? It's for Paxton. I told him he could watch it when he got up from his nap.
Me: "I freaking HATE Dora."
Jay: "Well he's up here."
Me: "Apparently you haven't noticed that I am also 'up here."
Jay: *blink, blink*
Me: "I hate you a little."
Jay: *blink, blink*
Me: "And by a little, I mean you better hope you were not wanting to get laid tonight, 'cuz it ain't happening now."
Ya, that is how much I hate Dora.
Jay: "Do you want to watch Dora?" (He seemed puzzled by the wide-eyed look of disbelief that crossed my face)
Me: "What is wrong with you?" (mumbled in my best ventriloquist impersonation)
Jay: "What?" (still puzzled)
Me: "What is wrong with you?!?!" (still mumbled)
Jay: "What? It's for Paxton. I told him he could watch it when he got up from his nap.
Me: "I freaking HATE Dora."
Jay: "Well he's up here."
Me: "Apparently you haven't noticed that I am also 'up here."
Jay: *blink, blink*
Me: "I hate you a little."
Jay: *blink, blink*
Me: "And by a little, I mean you better hope you were not wanting to get laid tonight, 'cuz it ain't happening now."
Ya, that is how much I hate Dora.
