When we went to pick Jay up at school early today I was a little surprised. I wasn’t expecting to see him so soon.
“What’s up?” I said, looking at Em.
“Under the weather,” said Em.
“Ohhhh,” I replied. This didn’t surprise me – I think Jay works waaaaay too hard.
Anyway, I guess I messed up a bit. When we got home, Jay went to his room to lie down for a while. I now gather that what I was supposed to do is curl up obediently like a good pup and snooze next to him so he could wrap his groggy arm around me and be comforted.
Instead, what I did was climb up on top of him, lick him in his ear, bark loudly for him to come and play, and snort my supreme disappointment that he wasn’t eager. I then jumped off the bed and ran into the living room.
Later on when Jay surfaced he pointed and looked at me sternly.
“C-minus,” he said.
“What did he do?” said Em.
“He disappeared,” replied Jay. “Man’s best friend, my eye.”
Well, needless to say I internalized this horribly. It bothered me for at least a minute and a half before by sheer force of determination I put it out of my mind.