So I am upstairs at the computer, editing the cookbook mentioned in the previous post, and my husband is downstairs making Saturday breakfast for the kids. I do not feel guilty about this, because my husband has been working 14 hour days this week and has become known as the Special Guest Parent. He could feed them kibble and they'd be thrilled.
From my perch upstairs, I hear one of the Offspring request pancakes. Thinking to be helpful, I walk from my bedroom to the top of the stairs and call down loudly, "We don't have enough milk to make pancakes, but there are some pancakes in the freezer." I return to my editing duties.
Some minutes later, I hear my husband rattling around the kitchen, apparently concocting something. The refrigerator door opens, and he exclaims loudly, in disgust, that the child cannot have pancakes, because we have no milk.
I sigh. I rise, regretfully, from my desk and pad down to the kitchen.
Me (to husband/SGP): Didn't you hear me call down here and say that there was not enough milk for pancakes, but that there were some in the freezer?
H/SGP: I heard a voice, but I didn't hear what you were saying.
At this point I turn around to go upstairs, but the next question is burning on my lips, so I ask it.
Me: When you heard my voice, obviously calling to you, but didn't understand what I was saying, didn't it occur to you to respond to me and actually find out? Or did you figure it was just the usual "blah, blah, blah" and tune it out?
H/SGP: I figured it was just, "blah, blah, blah."
Oh. Thanks for clarifying that.