Bugging You

Troy [lying on the floor of the bathroom singing]: “Da, duh, la, la, la, duh, da!”

Me: “Troy, didn’t I tell you to go bug your mother until I was out the bathroom?”

Troy: “I didn’t want to go bug her.”

Me: “Why? You have no problem sitting here bugging me?”

Troy: “But I like bugging you.”

Me: “Why do you like bugging me?”

Troy: “Because it’s my favorite thing.”

Me [laughing]: “Really?!”