I'm sitting upstairs watching TV, and I can hear my dad talking to the dog.
I don't know, maybe its just me, but there is something truly truly hilarious about a grown man talking to a dog. Especially the way my dad does it:
Dad: How was your day, Oscar?
Dad: Mine was very tiring. I think I'm going to pour myself a drink now.
Dad: Do you know what Baisy (that's me) is doing?
Dad: I'll just go and see if she wants anything
Dad walks up the stairs
Dad: Baisy, do you want anything?
Me: No thanks Dad
Dad walks down the stairs
Dad: She didn't want anything
Dad: So. What do you want for dinner?