And the Oscar goes to…..

Mom says I’m very dramatic. Moi?

Could it be because I pretend to be sick when I’m not?

Last night, Dad was busy doing whatever it is that Dad’s do and Mom was blow drying her hair. I went into their bedroom and laid on my bed. Then I went into the bathroom, stood next to Mom, and coughed. And coughed again.

Mom: “Oh my! Are you okay little mister?”

Me: *cough*

Mom: “Are you sick?”

Me: *walks out of bathroom, jumps on bed, curls up on Mom’s pillow with a sigh*

A few minutes later, Mom is done with her hair.

Me: *cough*

Mom: *walks over to me*

Me: *rolls over on back*

Mom: *kisses belly*

Me: *tail wags*

Mom: *picks me up and carries me into living room where Dad is sitting*

Me: *thinks, ‘It’s working!’*

Mom: *in a super concerned voice* “Daddy, Noodle is sick!” (Mom’s sidenote: I was not concerned! I was totally onto his shenanigans as this is not the first time he’s pulled this.)

Dad: “WHAT?! What do you mean he’s sick?”

Mom: “Noodle’s sick. *wink* Look at the poor baby! He’s got the ‘coughs’!”

Dad” “Ohhhhh. Oh no. Noodle? Are you sick?!”

Me: *looks pathetically over at Dad and coughs*

Mom & Dad: *kisses and pets*

That’s how you do it my friends!